Bits and pieces, chasing moons and Carole King

Every Saturday/Sunday night I sit down at the computer to write to Ally and realize that I haven't written bits and pieces to her everyday like I told myself I would the weekend before....

I miss her terribly. Can I say that enough? I'm sorry, I can't.

I never thought I could miss anyone the way I do her. Ever. Period.

It's been a melancholy sort of night.

I had to go to the store to get some last minute things for tomorrow and when I came out the moon was just rising in the eastern sky. Ohhh, wow! Last night (or maybe it was the night before) there was a 'super moon' that apparently won't happen again for another 35 years. Sadly though, the last few nights in Boise have been cloudy.

But tonight it's clear and the moon is still so magnificent and beautiful!

Coming out of the parking lot I decided to turn east instead of west... and thought "I'll just drive down State a little ways till I can get the perfect photo of it...." *sigh*. Over 30 minutes later and after having driven through neighborhoods I'd hate to have my car break down in, I finally pulled over on a street somewhere behind the capital. Yes, the capital. And got a lousy picture of it.... through the trees.

Anyway, I've decided that trying to chase down a moon while listening to sad Carole King songs and thinking about how much I ache for my daughter is not the way I ever want to spend a Saturday night again.

Taking a little different direction...

Been thinking mucho the last several days about where I want my life to be. Is it crazy that I'm 47 years old and don't know? When I was 23 I knew more about what I wanted for my life (overall) than I do now. There are a few things I'm pretty sure about, but I also know I'm never going to get there if I'm always thinking so far ahead. No more tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. Uh uh. I really feel like everything is going to take care of itself if I live in the moment right now, and ONLY for that moment. I'm also going to let myself be surprised... not always have everything so carefully calculated. And since I want the unknown, I'm not doing the 30-day photo challenge... So here's where I'm going... and I do know it's a good thing... though honestly, I really don't know where it's going to take me... but I feel like it will be, what it is to be... "Let it be, let it be, let it be-ee, let it be."

New normal

Virus's, masks, hand sanitizer, staying home, conspiracy theories, hoarding, facetiming, toilet paper shortage, the worst of incompetency from the very highest level, gaslighting, so much blind and deafness (though, not literally), smokescreens, bold-face lies accepted without explanation.... the list goes on and on. First and foremost though, this is nothing to be made light of. The meme's were a good laugh in the beginning, but they're stale and old now. People are suffering, people are sick, people are dying. Medical workers all over the world are putting their lives at great risk everyday, working to save and protect so many. Grocery and essential store workers, truck drivers and delivery people are making sure store shelves are stocked so we have what we need. It's hard to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Until there's a vaccine there isn't much "finality" in sight. People. Oh, the people. In so many ways huma...

Elizabeth Smart

Just starting her new book... I wanted to post though, something she said several months ago when she was speaking to a group on 'human trafficking' at John Hopkins University... Smart, who grew up in a Mormon family, said that her abstinence-only education (a teacher compared women who had sex before marriage to chewing gum) made her rape at the hands of her abductor more demoralizing. “I thought, “Oh my gosh, I’m that chewed up piece of gum, nobody re-chews a piece of gum. You throw it away.’ And that’s how easy it is to feel like you no longer have worth, you no longer have value. Why would it even be worth screaming out? Why would it even make a difference if you are rescued? Your life still has no value.” We hadn't pegged Smart for a budding feminist critic of purity culture, but if she keeps it up, she should probably find somewhere to have campaign donations sent.

Sweet Potators

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