April 2, 2025
It’s already April! Seriously, I have no idea how it
is that time seems to go faster and faster the older I get. But while we are now
officially out of that six month stretch of time known as winter (per the
Ashbury family’s lore a full six months, October to March inclusive), it’s not
yet at all anything like what I would call spring.
In my neck of the woods, we’re in a kind of weather purgatory
of cold and damp, and I am not a fan.
But I am very fortunate, and aware of that fact. At my
age I don’t have to go anywhere I don’t want to go, and I don’t have to do
anything I don’t want to do and…. yeah, who am I kidding?
While my life is truly my own, I’m too used to adulting,
to doing what needs done, day by day, to really boast any true sense of
freedom. Or maybe that’s not stated quite correctly. I can choose the other,
but so far, I haven’t. And I really do hope that I won’t.
I could miss appointments made, if I wanted to. But I’m
too much my mother’s daughter to do that. I could just walk past the tiny
messes that seem to be everywhere in this house. But I’m too well trained in
responsibility to do that.
I could just sit in my recliner each day and scroll
through a gazillion television shows and other options (there’s got to be something
good in there somewhere) except my mind is too used to being busy. And let’s
face it, too much of what is available on television or on streaming platforms
these days is just mind numbing.
The way I see it, time is taking the edge off my
thinking processes enough as it is; I don’t want to help that along, period. I already
feel as if I’m on a slippery mental slope that’s about to get steeper.
I’m currently attempting to balance the two concepts
of staying informed and staying sane, and friends, let me tell you here and
now, that’s not easy. Too much of what is
happening in the world these days can certainly induce ire. Too much ire is not
good for my heart and health, or anyone else’s for that matter.
I’m not certain when it became okay for folks to talk
trash, to threaten others, to play fast and loose with the concepts of respect and
decency. I don’t know when it became okay to profess that there is no truth,
and that the loudest and the most obnoxious is also the most trustworthy. I don’t
know how or why that all has happened, but I wish it would stop.
I’m reduced to that old saying, “back in my day”.
Because back in my day if I had said some of the things that are being said by
so-called leaders these days, I could have expected to receive a cuff on my ear
followed by a “don’t be so damn stupid.”.
As I let my attention drift to the window behind my monitor,
I open myself to what is and look beyond what I can see. Icy rain is falling, and
the sky is a moody gray. It looks cold, and I shiver in advance of having to go
out into that weather before too long.
And I remind myself that way up there, above the cloud
cover and the rain, the sky is blue and the sun shines. It’s a beautiful April
day that just happens to be hampered at the moment by clouds and cold and wet.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
