July 16th, 2025 – Morning Reflection
The morning is here, and soon I'll head out for my walk through Wetherby, just as I do most days. Lola will be arriving at Mum's shortly, and I always look forward to seeing her spirit. But with the walk comes a certain predictability, a guaranteed set of familiar faces, and interactions that often feel far from peaceful. My patience is truly tested by a couple of individuals, particularly Andy. He blows so hot and cold – one day utterly ignoring me, the next trying to engage, yet with no real interest or understanding. Just the other day, I was reading, trying to find that quiet space of peace, a clear "do not disturb" sign. But even then, he'd ask what I was reading, seemingly without truly listening or grasping that for me, reading isn't just about words on a page; it's a sanctuary. He doesn't understand books, and I confess, I sometimes perceive a real narcissism in those one-sided exchanges. It's draining, frankly, and deeply tiring. I want pe...