After my panic attack the other night, I steadfastly avoided listening to any news yesterday. I didn’t watch any TV and, in fact, and busied myself in doing fun projects, taking a day off worrying about the damn planet. It’s hard to care about others who are so cavalier about their safety and more importantly, don’t seem to give a shit about others. The scientist in me says: it’s the selfish gene kicking in. But damn if people who don’t take responsibility for their actions should damn well own the consequences.
All that aside, today I am again avoided the news for my own personal health reasons, I need a break. There is only so much heartbreaking news a person can cope with at any one given moment in time. I want to concentrate on positive things, like, the sun is out, the weather is warming, and I might go out onto the balcony, during tea-break, and enjoy a little warming of my soul. Listen to the sparrows chirrup while nesting in the privacy hedge. Watching the wildlife is its own special therapy.
I should add, our local flock of sparrows runs at about 20+ strong and they make a noisy alarm clock first thing in the morning. And no, I’m not complaining, every morning I can wake and hear them, is a good morning to enjoy. With them, 4 squirrels, a shy ground hog, and occasional belligerent skunk, I get to play David Attenborough with my sketchbook watching them.
The other thing I am quietly celebrating and, at the same time, mourning, is my mother’s birthday, which is today. Had she lived, she would have been 95 today. Sadly, she passed away February, 1999 a few days before her then birthday.
I still miss her.
Happy Birthday, Mum,