Sunday Scribblings: Miscellaneous

This morning I woke up to a snowstorm. The snowflakes fell heavily on the trees and ground. By mid-morning the snow had settled to a few flakes.

Because our balcony is covered, the birds (finches, warblers, and starlings) find seeds. They also find shelter from the snow.

My husband gives me a running commentary of all the birds that are showing their wings and butts to the glass sliding doors. The birds chirp and fight for the best seeds and the best spots.

As for miscellaneous, it is a good word for my world. Between the medication (azathioprine, prednisone, prevacid, furosimide, and vitamins like E, C, B, and D) and the isolation, then add in some wash, writing, and cleaning, I live miscellaneously. Spit it out. I really like to shorten the word to misc. So much cleaner.

Even my writing has a miscellaneous feel. My articles have a personal feel. Even my fiction and poetry are mostly about me. I dream in color.

My brain can wander from idea to idea until I drop in fatigue. Sometimes, I read my favorite books so that I can calm down. I need variety in my life. I need isolation. Isolation has won for now because it keeps me healthy.

I feel like Alice in Wonderland when she meets the Red Queen.