I haven’t exactly had writer’s block, but I’ve had a bit of blogger’s block. I’ve had no trouble filling reams of paper filled with work-related words, but I have been unable to complete several meandering posts.
Thankfully, I can always count on the weekly photographic challenge, which asks us to share our day.
So many things were easier when the children were little.
Everything was easier and more balanced with light and wit when Jim was here to be a parent to our children, too.
Some days were extraordinarily ordinary.
Other days seemed a calamitous cascade at the time–like the one commemorated in Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
The latter’s author, Judith Viorst, elsewhere observed, “Strength is the capacity to break a Hershey bar into four pieces with your bare hands – and then eat just one of the pieces.”
Well, I don’t have that kind of strength. Not nearly.
But I can summon enough strength to get through days which have become a bit more complicated.
So here was my day, in picture. . . and in bonus haiku, if you click on the photographs.