My mood is unusually unstable.
This old painting says it, pretty much. With maybe the addition of a big laugh in between. The state of the world isn't helping.
I do have this lovely photo of the sea, by my son, I will hang it today. We talked about it. How much I miss her, Old Sea. Maybe we can't won't stay here. The thing is, if we do, if we need to, it is colder in winter. Winter is longer.
I looked at Mom's lamp, Hi Mom, and the old weaving of earth beast on the wall, and I thought gee, probably because we are in robe mode and one thing leads to another, why not consider a wool robe ?, one that might give me an opportunity to use all the stray wool and woolen weavings around here. And the sun is out! OK, mood swing!
