Dear Reader:

So many musical artists, from Nat King Cole to Dean Martin, used to sing this nostalgic song…a remembrance of summer…the kind we reminisce about from childhood or youth.

Don’t we all have some days when we wish we could travel back in time to those more carefree days of summer when families used to gather at lake cabins, ocean beach shabby shacks, and mountain cabins to make lasting memories of a ‘time that used to be?’

These days the different seasons at home seem to blend all together…like concoctions made in a blender or food processor. It is hard to separate or even identify one ingredient from another… or, in our case, one day from the next.

On GMA yesterday Robin Roberts was interviewing Liam Neeson and his son, Michael, who have just finished filming their first movie together, titled Made in Italy.  

It was produced in honor of Michael’s mother and Liam’s wife, actress Natasha Richardson, who died suddenly from a freak skiing accident several years ago. (The script is all about a father-son relationship after the loss of a mother.)

Robin started the interview with “Happy Blur Day”..and do either of you know what day it is?” It was a great icebreaker…because it seems, like everyone, including myself, complain about the loss of significance in any individual day of the week. How hard it is to even remember what day of the week it is…or month? Covid19 has created blended days, months, and memories for most of us.

Not only do I feel like the summer days are blurry.…but they are also squirrely. I still have some days when I wake up, stick to my own personal imposed daily agenda, water the garden, work in the garden, eat breakfast, think about ideas for the daily upcoming post, get caught up with friends and family through calls, texts, or occasional emails.

Cook or pick up some foods I like. Then read and sometimes get in a nap…occasionally joining family members for an outing of some kind…but these are usually only bi-monthly these days. This is my life in a nutshell...and speaking of…(squirrels)

When I came across this poster I had to laugh. (Most of  the “nuts” in my life come from the news… which I try to watch as sparingly as possible. 🙂

…Actually I was thinking more about the word ‘squirrely’ in connection with the days when I wake up and don’t feel like doing much of anything…a case of the ‘blurry blahs.‘

These times are never good for making decisions. It really is like watching a squirrel try to cross the street and dart in and out while making up its mind what to do to get across the street safely.

Finding ourselves in the middle of the road trying to decide which direction is safer…is quite a precarious place. (I have almost had a wreck myself trying  not to hit a squirrel who can’t make up its mind which direction to go)…I end up grimacing and squinting in the rear view mirror to see if it made it or if I hit it…mostly the squirrel makes it safely across somehow, some way…but it causes a lot of uncertainty to the squirrel and drivers in the process…the ‘middle of the road squirrel’ dilemma.

So until tomorrow…As compensation for these ‘blurry blues’ …we hear ourselves falling back on the familiar phrase ‘This too shall pass’ and the truth is…it will.

What is more important, however, is the fact that we should be using this abundance of time to create a better future…so many of the problems we witness today should be a lesson learned tomorrow.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Pretties might fade away…but they always stay in my memories.

Due to the recent weather…Jake’s final game was postponed a couple of times but finally he played last night. Mandy said he went out on a bang or a bat...and was so happy at the ending celebration/recognition ceremony. Go “Astro” Jake!