Drawings year 3 week 2

 

Outback

 No that should be out back. That's as far as I traveled for these pictures. 

I had shown you last year the progress they made when they put in the pharmacy next to the doctors office. By the way, that still has not opened. Apparently some issue with licensing. 

Any way, the big draining system they put in. For whatever reason they are letting the weeds grow all around it. Maybe they are just letting it go because the grass is still too new. I'm not sure.

I took a stroll back there and snapped a few pictures. I'm looking forward to when these grow and create a wall across my back yard.

Tried to snap a picture of the weeds but it wouldn't focus on them.

This one was better

One more try and I still couldn't get it to focus on what I wanted it to

Welcome to July

 Holy smokes how did we get here already? 

In order to get through this post you must read the pictures as you go along.

First let me say

this blog post unless you are prepared for my silliness.

I pretty much did a

picture taking session before work one day. I did this so that I could bring you a 

blog post, and I'm not just whistling

If nothing else I hope I entertained you for a few minutes. 

Holding on to the light: Life lately

 Life lately feels like walking a long road with no map — just a stubborn determination to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I wake up each day trying to stay positive, trying to remind myself that there is still beauty in the world, still reasons to keep going, still moments worth noticing. And yet, beneath that effort, there’s a quiet ache I can’t always ignore.

It’s the loneliness that settles in during the in‑between moments. The sense that the world keeps spinning while I’m standing still. People get busy, lives move on, and sometimes it feels like I’ve slipped out of focus — like I’m becoming a background character in my own story. I know it’s not intentional. I know people care. But knowing and feeling are two very different things.

Then there’s the body — this unpredictable companion that doesn’t always cooperate the way it used to. Pain shows up uninvited, lingering longer than it should. Aging feels less like a number and more like a slow unraveling, a fear that one day something important will give out and I won’t be able to stitch it back together. I try to laugh it off, to stay strong, to pretend I’m not worried. But the truth is, it scares me. Not just the pain itself, but what it represents: change, vulnerability, the loss of control.

Still, in the middle of all of this, I’m learning something important. I’m learning that staying positive doesn’t mean pretending everything is fine. It means acknowledging the hard parts without letting them swallow me. It means letting myself feel lonely without believing I’m forgotten. It means accepting that aging is real, but so is the strength I’ve built over a lifetime.

Some days I’m steady. Some days I’m fragile. Most days I’m somewhere in between. But I’m here — still trying, still hoping, still finding small sparks of light in unexpected places. And maybe that’s enough for now.