One of my study patients knew that I love miniatures and, to my surprise, left me a gift as I was disinfecting the imaging area. We clearly haven’t spoken about religion or spirituality, but I am not going to throw it out. Afterall, her intentions were good.

Saenggangcha

Sundays are my grocery days, and yesterday was a new culinary adventure. I found a small Asian market that primarily sold Korean imports, with many flavors that I had never seen! As I picked up some new seasonings, I was drawn to a glass bottle of honey and ginger tea that I would typically brew. I am excited to have it for breakfast in the morning.

I hear a celebratory whistle that sounded familiar, along with the loud clapping from hands weathered from years of work. I open my eyes, focused back to the screen. It was only a memory.I know my father would have been ecstatic watching the FIFA cup by my side, watching México play so well.

I have noticed this stationary kid’s blue bike for the last three days just around my block. At first, I believed it belonged to the kids that live at the corner house. However, it has not been claimed. My neighborhood is safe, so maybe others also believe the bike has been placed there intentionally.

The sound of water trickling down each stone, rock, pebble keeps my mind at peace. Thankful for the opportunity to escape the daily grind.

Traveling for pleasure the last few weeks. I was able to meet up with one of my online friends that I connected with during the 2020 lockdown.

Deceiving sunlight. Windchill is 15 mph, making it cold. This false spring has ruined my plans for the evening to clean my garden beds.

The month of February was very busy work wise that I pushed off blogging and creative writing. I had to recertify for my career every four years, as well as help build/test cameras for research.