MAKE IT A GREAT DAY: A dull winter Wednesday

I should start off by saying the weather is dull, not this day. The temperature is delightful 49 degrees, but the overcast sky is menacing with rain to pour at any time; however, radar shows no rain in the immediate future.

I am still wrestling with getting my schedule reined in so there is more of a balance to my day. I love to rise and shine but the shine part becomes quickly dulled and I find myself incapable of combating the cascade of fatigue. My sister and I compare our individual MS notes and it’s remarkable how we have some similarities but drastically different symptoms.

I would like to do something out-of-the-house for dinner, but I need to be back by 7 PM for a Zoom conference, “A Visit to the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair” hosted by Facebook’s “1904 World’s Fair Society and Appreciation Group.” Since I am working on a project that involves the 1904 fair, this group has been enormously invaluable in my research. Both of my maternal great-grandparents, and their families, attended the fair and I have several mementos from their visit 119 years ago.

My wonderful Quartet has been attentive and loving, but Erma raises the bar of attentiveness and by showing me her tender affection and devotion. I know the other three love me, but the difference is that I have had them since they were eight to ten weeks old, and Erma arrived at age nine. Erma is a true testament of devotion.

I need to attend to a few things before settling into researching and writing.

“At the Solstice”

Shaun O’Brien

We say Next time we’ll go away,

But then the winter happens like a secret

We’ve to keep yet never understand

As daylight turns to cinema once more:

A lustrous darkness deep in ice-age cold,

And the print in need of restoration

Starting to consume itself

With snowfall where no snow is falling now.

Or could it be a cloud of sparrows, dancing

In the bare hedge that this gale of light

Is seeking to uproot? Let it be sparrows, then,

Still dancing in the blazing hedge,

Their tender fury and their fall,

Because it snows, because it burns.

Make it a great day!

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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