Fleur

Pink and purple flowers are among my favorites. I am not sure which color this flower is, exactly. Nevertheless -- look: how lovely. 

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Bigger Baby Beans

Pictures of them fill my heart with joy.

Missing Out

 Herself speaks.

Yesterday, Cherished Friend sent me an email about his going to look at cars. (He's been contemplating trading in his vehicle for a different vehicle for some time now.) And today, before I'd had an opportunity to respond fully to his email, he let me know that he'd bit the bullet and made the change. 

On the one hand, I'm very happy for him: his choice for different vehicle is an excellent one, and it will serve him very well in Oceanside. As always, he carefully thought out the permutations and possibilities, and then executed a purposeful plan. Well done, Cherished Friend.

On the other hand, I'm having a hard time with the fact that not only was I not fully available to give my (likely useless) two cents on the vehicle issue by email, but I was not able to go with him to look at vehicles, to contemplate the options, to be present in some form or another. I am so preoccupied with All The Things here, and so far away, that as a result I am missing out on parts of his life. 

This makes me quite sad. 

I didn't even get to say goodbye to his former vehicle, which seems absolutely ridiculous to say, but it took us on various adventures and mundane errands and whatnot, and I miss those times. With each change in his life -- change of residence, change of vehicle --I feel as though he is somehow farther and farther away. The metaphorical distance pains me somehow even more than the actual physical distance. 

I know that someday, travel will again be possible, and I can go say 'hello' in person in Oceanside. It seems a million miles away right now, though.

Alas. 

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Take a Walk

 I would like to be this bird, right now, with the water at my ankles and my toes in the sand.

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Red

 I allow myself a bit of scrolling through TikTok occasionally, when I have completed my other tasks for the day. There is a lot there. It sucks up time. There are a lot of very positive people, creating positive and helpful content, which is especially nice to see when the news has been so full of acrimony of late. There are a lot of very funny people, too. And a lot of people trying to be sexy. I can't fault them -- in this pandemic, when we see so few people in person, a little positive attention for one's appearance no doubt must go a long way. 

(You won't see me on TikTok. Nobody wants to see that.) 

I noticed that many of the 'sexy' videos include a musical clip from the song,  I See Red (Everybody Loves An Outlaw). 

Hello, people, have you listened to the lyrics? It's about a woman who has caught her man cheating and is plotting violent revenge. THAT IS NOT A SEXY SITUATION, PEOPLE. 

My advice: don't listen to the lyrics. Just enjoy the rhythm and the voice. Those are the sexy bits. 

Beautiful Beans

Chastised

The Animal Crossing snowpeople are... a little disturbing.

They give you large snowflakes as they talk about melting into oblivion. Or they exclaim the embarrassment they feel at discovering a large snowflake attached to them, and ask you to take it because it has caused them too much suffering. 

And sometimes, they scold you if you accidentally form them imperfectly. 

Geez.