Who’s with me on the quest for warmer days, for spring sunshine and thawed soils? South is the direction, I’m told – perhaps there is loamy soil that is thawing not terribly far away?
Longing deeply for longer days and physical purpose, I have lolled to such extreme that I don’t recognize my body parts when I glance down. I’ve assembled nine puzzles in the last four weeks, and now have assembly down to a science of sorts: outside frame first, then sort by color and assemble smallest sections first, then work up to the largest section and sort by shape.
Puzzling keeps me from surf-shopping, or lingering too long on social media. These I find detrimental to either my financial or mental well-being, so work diligently to avoid them.
I’ve enjoyed fringe social media involvement for many years, grasping in the early days of the game that I could use settings to filter out or censor unwanted information. I set up groups before it became an easy thing to do, and custom posted to my set groups many times over the years. I understand the basic underpinnings of such outlets.
Lately though, there is too much filtering to do – I would have to censor nearly every ‘friend’, family, friend or acquaintance to maintain my sense of well-being. So I reduce my time online, and diligently search for other activities to occupy my mind and fill my time. This was not a conscious thing in years past. It’s new.
Finally, I fully understand why there are some who pose the question “are we part of a simulation”? It all seems contrived lately, manipulated and overdone – like life has turned into some horrible version of reality show mixed with soap opera. I don’t want to be a cast member, I didn’t sign a contract for this – and the pay is horrible.
So, I dream a little dream of loamy soil, and sunshine on my back, and bird sounds and insect wings – and hang tightly onto the dangled offer to join one of my teammates in the greenhouse next week.