Conditioning reality as the boundary crumbles

A few things will run by a person that bothers them that are easily dismissed as part of life. Asi es la vida. C’est la vie. That’s how the cookie crumbles. 

What is it called when a lot of crumbles litter the path of one’s daily stroll? I have no idea. It seems to me, from reading headlines, living life in general, the Such is life, moments are too plentiful.

In the end zone of life, being old, priorities can be adjusted for how we entertain ourselves. The structure of television, streaming, channels, and such, the selection is immense. There are features on my Google smart television I have not explored yet. And it is not even a high end TV model (aka it’s a cheap TV).

A skill to learn is how to blend attitude to what is offered. I love the mystery and drama genres. What I no longer have the emotional slot for is intense violence and suspense. I will turn the channel, use mute through certain scenes or stop watching. 

And here’s the catch. Given the increase in on screen time watching and reading on the Internet, the boundary between film and reality has become thin. Once I could sit through could anything on film, I now cringe and avoid regularly. My brain accepts the fakery of film as a nearer reality than it should be. We are conditioning ourselves to form new parameters that identify the reality experience.

It is sad to think that someday I will have evolved myself out of enjoying a tasteful horror film so much so that I’ll never enjoy blocking my ears, pulling a blanket over my head or running out of the room during the scariest parts. 

😱😱😱😱😱😂

Enjoy the last Tuesday
of May 2026

Cloudy sky inspiration

Where does the energy go? One day rearing to do things, and the next muscle aches making me question what did I do. I’m laughing. Whatever the cause, it is proof I did something. 

The residue and/or debris we leave behind, are the decorations of our past. Exploring the future is the chance to choose a theme, colors, flowers, glassware and such. 

Right now, if I could, I’d be (a slimmer me) in an infinity pool looking at the Rocky Mountains while wild horses splash in the waters of a cool creek crossing the property.

In real life, I sat in an old plastic chair on my porch watching storm clouds moving by from the northwest. Not even a cat strolled down the sidewalk. The appreciation for the dream and the reality is the smooth blend of hope and acceptance for what we have.

Where would you be if you could?

Thinking About Summer

A favorite photograph from a trip to Lake Champlain recently is a thinking image. There are scenes to admire and scenes to think about, draw you in for a ponder.

Think about picnic benches. They are there for folks to sit, rest, have a meal, and enjoy life. 

As people watching perches, they provide permission to view. Via technology and creative minds, this is the first time like this in human history where globally, people are sharing and performing for each other. 

Having meals outdoors when the weather allows is an important part of summer. As kids, packing up a picnic was always exciting. We were part of something. We were going some place. We were going to have fun. There is no cooking indoors that has that sense of adventure. 

Plan summer excursions outdoors where there’s a public picnic bench. Enjoy life.

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Bringing It In With Bright Ideas

Here I go again adjusting my life with bright ideas. This one is near the brightest. 

I decided that since I love Nature so much, watch hours of camping videos, I should bring that rustic aesthetic into my home/personal space. 

I began by ordering pinecone pattern sheets to use as the fabric for sofa cushion slipcovers. Then I ordered a rustic (gorgeous) mug. On my to do list is to make (learn how-to) bread. Yesterday I bought parsley and lettuce seeds to start my garden 2026 indoors. The major sorting stuff last week has my muscles in shape. Any day now I could be fit enough to chop a cord of wood. 😂

Pinecone sheets
from Black Forest Decor

Here’s how my bright ideas is progressing. Every time I’m typing and stop to think, my eyes close, and my head slowly lowers as my mouth pathetically hangs open. Is thinking not good for me!? 😱

Enter 2026 my life adjustment phase. 

Think Logistics.

What I ask myself, the bright idea catalyst: 

Are the things in my life able to do what they are meant to, when they are meant to be done? Am I choosing the best ways to support the quality of my life? What is the quality of my life? 

Methinks, the way we ask questions about ourselves, can give us a perspective we might have been ignoring or weren’t aware of. 

There is a gated path to finding the answers to those questions. The sign out front says:

Beware of the Rabbit Hole