Reading signs and following directions is for our own good. Reading signs and following directions keeps us safe.
And sometimes reading signs and following directions isn’t for our own good.
Sometimes what is written on the sign isn’t what the sign is actually saying.
Question them.
Always.
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Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Like a Circle in a Spiral
Do you know what I was looking forward to when my LEAST favorite month of the year ( well, I hate July and I despise August too, but I digress ) rolled in back in 2019?
I was super excited because October was only four months away and then WINTER would show up.
Oh those were simpler times.
This year I’m super excited because our stay at home order expires on May 31st and it’s not going to be extended.
Of course, it doesn’t really change anything because the Virus is still out there and things are going to slowly open up but I hate shopping – so I don’t care about that but some people will get back to work so it isn’t a bad or meaningless thing at all.
I just wish I was as excited for October as I normally am.
I guess I’ll have to find other ways to cheer my favorite month on.
Hell, I’m suppose to be creative so I guess I better hop to it- right? I mean, it’s not like Autumn can be cancelled. Can it?
RDP Friday – Leadership
A few years ago I was taking some photos at a cemetery.
The cemetery was- as most are- open to the public. People go to cemeteries to mourn, to remember, to walk their dogs ( not all allow dogs ) to reconnect with the past.
To contemplate.
So as I was taking my pictures and people were around me doing what people do at cemeteries, a police car drove by and then he doubled back, pulled up to the curb got out and made a bee-line for my son and his father.
He asked them how it was going, where they were from and why were they visiting the cemetery that day?
My son was polite. He said his Mom was taking pictures for her blog and how are you today officer?
My son pointed to me and the officer started to raise his hand toward me and put it down. It was a small almost imperceptible gesture. I stood there with my camera in hand and watched this highly unusual situation ( where graveyards are concerned ) play out.
Nothing about my family stood out- unless you count the fact that my son and his father are Latino and not exactly what you would call little guys. But they were dressed like all the other midwestern suburbanites strolling around the cemetery and no they weren’t sitting on headstones or dancing on graves.
They were just not white guys in a place where everyone else was.
Leadership- when there is a lack of it people make things up as they go along- they are overly suspicious of the people and things they don’t understand.
Like the Officer was in the cemetery that day.
In dog I blindly trust, but I think I’m going to keep a sharp eye on the humans around me.
I was thinking about Spring- and how it’s sort of limping along and I tried to remember if I was ever excited about it making it’s rounds.
Here are pictures of my cat Blitzer, some wildlife and my dog Hamish Macbeth.
I’m thinking I used to like the promises Spring brought, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken these pictures. I think that each one sparkles with life.
RDP Tuesday: bloom