Spanish views from a small town

Sometimes I think I must sound perpetually angry or dissatisfied. But I'm not. What gets me riled up is what tends to drive me to write. There are so many things wrong in this world that I wish I could right. Of course, that's impossible, so I simply express my discontent. That doesn't mean I have a permanent frown on my face. These things are important, and do impact on life. The pandemic, stupid politicians, idiots who think they are better than others merely because of their skin, where they were born, or how they think. The negative side of life expressed as asses who think they won't get sick, or that the pandemic is a hoax because their brother's brother-in-law said so. Those things easily end up affecting me and everyone. But they are not the only things that exist. The little moments that make me laugh, that show up beauty in the ray of sunlight, that give me a huggy, soft feeling, those are the things that matter. There are more moments of contentment in my...

The mind is a mystery. It depends so much on the little, outside things. How you face a day is sometimes out of your power. Something will always color your eyesight and tint your perception of whether it's a good day, a bad day, or a weird day.  Earlier this week I got up after a night of tossing, with a headache. It was gray and chilly. My headache wouldn't go away until mid-afternoon. I felt depressed, blue, and strange. I put the blame on the headache and the grey weather. But a couple of days later, I woke up with a headache after another troubled night. The morning started off grey. My headache wouldn't go away, even with a stronger medication. But I wasn't depressed. I was motivated enough to go out and do some errands I had been putting off. Last night my last class was a conversation class. My student is a nineteen-year-old trying to finish high school once and for all. Normally two others show up, but not last night. He's an intelligent boy and we bega...