We've finally had the harbinger of our rainy season this week, a couple of evenings of lightening and rattling windows as buckets poured down. The latest of these is only now subsiding.
It has been a miserable week out in the world with regard to current events. I wonder sometimes why the human lust for power, attention, dominance and the need for control--and all of the isms which arise from that never abate. I am exhausted and heartsick simply hearing the news. Despite my relative lack of social media and a reluctance to write about things over which others fulminate endlessly, I can safely and simply say that any residual respect I may have harbored for this country is about gone. Perhaps being inside has finally taken its toll...
Aside from the emotional toll of the week, life inside has been fairly mundane. Lukas and I play, nap, cuddle, eat, listen to music, try out new podcasts, tidy, read, do the laundry, sing in the shower and meditate, with and without Zoom. Yoga and weights, stretches and the heating pad, though not as thorough or practiced as a massage therapists hands, are helping keep my pain level down.
I've hit the genealogist's proverbial brick wall with a second great grandfather. Long dead, he was no-one's favorite father, uncle, brother or son. His daughters and ex-wife, who divorced him when to do so brought scandal down on a woman's head, dropped his last name. One of his daughters went so far as to describe herself as the daughter of her father-in-law on census forms, presumably out of respect for the man.
La cuisine has been the scene of several attempts at casseroles this week, most notably a baked rice, chicken and broccoli dish. I did a good job and it was so good that company would enjoy it. If ever I can entertain again, I'll give it a whirl.
Thanks for all the kind words on my previous post.
