Oatmeal on the floor

I started my morning off with dumping the last remaining oatmeal out on the kitchen floor.  In its dry state, it spread all over nicely.  For some reason, we no longer have a broom and dust pan for such cleanups.  It would have made the job much easier than on hands and creaky knees with a wet paper towel. I need to make this large purchase for future mishaps.

About to enter another $2K dental adventure which should leave me a mess thru most of the summer.  Will be eating soft foods for a while.  These seem to happen about every two years and are a source of frustration.  But alas, things could be worse.  Other than this, staying pretty healthy for my 72 years.

It comes to mind that we are seeing so many terrible things happening in Ukraine that this repeated exposure makes us numb and immune to the initial horror we felt at the onset of this invasion of an innocent country.  It's like all the mass shootings.  There seems to be about 2 per week on our news coverage and almost seems expected.  The same goes for police killing black men for a traffic stop.  It's that same horror but we see so much of it we blank it out, due to being overwhelmed by the occurrence and the frequency.   Terrible atrocities have occurred to people of color in Africa and South America for centuries.  We always notice this less.  Far away and are different than us.  These stories make the back pages of the newspapers or maybe a Sunday feature.  Newspapers, remember those? 

A little bright spot on the horizon is the pleasant show called Abbott Elementary  It's an ABC comedy but we watch it on Hulu.  The characters are quirky and sometimes over the top.  They are funny but connectable to the audience.  For me the stunner is Sheryl Lee Ralph the former Dreamgirl now grown into attractive middle age that spouts wisdom as a veteran kindergarten teacher.  If you want to have a minute of feeling good, catch this one.

My eldest Andrew has the unique perspective of raising what he calls mixed kids.  His son and daughter are biracial so he has lived in both worlds so to speak.  We had a good conversation about this topic late evening.  I value his opinion and thoughts and learn something about cultures as well.

Somedays Harry just like me.  I don't know why but he jammed in under my arm with my feet lopped over the arm of the chair and stayed there all night. Simple pleasures you know.

Supposed to be a sunny warm day today.  Enjoy it if you can

all for now

stay safe