|Holiday memories: another time, another place.|
We're having a staycation. Susan took some time off so we can stay at home and chillax, as the kids use to say, because I'm sure that if I know the word, the kids have moved on to another. That's what the young do.
Hey, even old fogeys like me can learn new words, though I no longer feel the need to differentiate myself from the older generation.
That must be what it means to be mature. Acceptance of who you are. I don't know.
The only thing I'm sure of is that I was born, I've paid taxes, and one day I will die. That, and I know there's a lot of stuff I don't know. Stuff that everybody else thinks they know, but they don't really know as much as they think.
So, I'm painting, which has become my therapy in these troubled time. My time to put aside thoughts and be mindful.
As a result, my mood is lighter. It helps that the treatment for my rheumatoid arthritis is working and I can now hold a paint brush without pain. The simple things in life bring joy. Especially so when the pain stops.
Normal service will be resumed soon.*
NB: for definitions of soon that remain undefined at this point in time.