31 years ago on Thanksgiving, I was in the Kearney Community Hospital with a broken neck, after I had totalled my brother’s BMW . This year, I was in the Sørlandet Sykehus in Arendal having elective surgery on my foot. I prefer this year’s model.
Peace and serenity were our companions when this was taken today just before 09:00 out at Rossevann during our daily walk. It was a bit muddy out in the woods, but the sun was just breaking through when we rounded the corner down on the old logging road.
I fear that peace and serenity will not reign in my old homeland today. Chaos seems likely to be America’s companion for the near future. I wish her well. I hope that whatever the decision, she can live with it with some measure of grace and dignity.
Rocky and I were out early today on a very blustery tour.
I am currently reading “How To Do Nothing” by Jenny Odell. It’s a fascinating book and has pushed me over the edge of the social media globus. Today I deleted my Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter accounts. I also deleted Google News and TikTok from my phone. I had stopped looking at those sites a few weeks ago and nothing happened, except that I was a lot less stressed. Odell is correct when she says that visiting social media sites leaves you in a state of low-grade dread. In my case it also lead to a state of high-grade anger. So…enough of that shit.
And now for something beautiful:
I just deleted all my social media accounts. How do I feel? Who really gives a shit. How I feel would be just as important now as it did one hour ago. I do, however, feel like a giant weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
We had a hoot in Sharm el Sheik…
Hadrian, me, and Manny the Moray Eel.
in Sharm el Sheik.