As I Ramble On

You need to know it’s going to be okay. (Feel better now?)

One frigid early morning I ran out on my deck in my bare feet in order to catch the moon before it lowered into the trees. (Author’s photo)

I’m not at my home in the north woods and I think that’s my problem. I think better there. Not that that’s an excuse for what’s not been going on here lately, but this lassitude happens every year around this time, when the north is too cold for us old people and we head south, sheep-like.

Except we’re snowbirds.

I saw a bumper sticker down here along the Grand Strand a few years ago that read, “If They’re Snowbirds Can We Shoot Them?”. I laughed at that, but I’ve been wary ever since.

If you’ve read any of my posts lately — and I sincerely hope you have — you know the state of the country is first and foremost on my mind. I try not to get involved, but things keep happening. I’ve lived in this country for what seems like forever, so I have a major stake in what happens here, what with children and grandchildren and nieces and nephews and cousins and multitudes of people I love and like, and strangers who seem to need a lot of help and aren’t getting it — all of us trying to avoid a creeping (and creepy) enemy that can’t be caught and refuses to go away.

I can barely think of anything else, and because of where I am (at the beach but in a city full of potential germ throwers who refuse to wear masks), I don’t get out to…