Hit a creative drought today. Got a late start and nothing popped in my head like it usually does. No time to shoot today so no new images to inspire a train of rambling thought. I did get wound up earlier when I saw that the intelligence chiefs and our commander and chief are on totally two separate pages which causes me more concern than tax cuts or a wall or anything else that has happened.

But I don’t want to talk politics today either. I’m in a rut. I’ll escape it tomorrow. My mind isn’t right today. Can’t get past some people who I’m missing. First I was wishing my parents were alive to see their first great-grandchild come into the world. Then I saw a picture of a friend who’s passing anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. It will be 5 years now for that one.

Gone but hardly forgotten. He is remembered each time we gather. I was going to say it took us a great amount of time to recover from that, but that wouldn’t be accurate. You don’t recover from special people exiting your life. It changes dynamics. It changes events. It changes so much that recovery isn’t possible. Its how you move on in the new world without them.

We all move on in different ways. We all remember in different ways. We all grieve in different ways. To me there is no right or wrong. Its how people can handle it best themselves and at the same time respecting others differences in the process.

For instance I’ve been to my mother and fathers grave more in the last 7 years than I was to my father’s grave in the previous 40. I was mad at him leaving me so early. I was mad because of the hardship it put on my mom. As I got older and the anger went away, but it became too traumatic heading there. I learned when I tried a few times to go there. It wasn’t till my Mom was buried that it was an experience that made me feel OK sometimes.

Having hindsight and wisdom and time, doesn’t heal it, but makes it manageable sometimes. So I’ll get my act together and wake up refreshed hopefully. And if not I’ll step outside tomorrow around the time it’s getting into the single digits and I’m sure that will kick-start me.

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Random Thoughts of the Day

My better half says I have cold hands. I think she is just warm.

The pressure is always on for this part of the blog. It says random “thoughts” plural. You know that means I must have more than one.

I’m not a hoarder, I’m just sloppy.

Well it took all day and doing this blog and getting it done just before deadline to make me feel better.