For what ails ye

Tonight made chicken noodle soup for my dinner (photo at left). It’s something I’ve made several times in recent years, and often for a similar reason: I had things I needed to use up (like increasingly elderly celery). Yet as I was making it, I was thinking about how chicken soup is often a “go to” when someone has a cold or feels “off”. I wished that it could cure other ills, too.

It’s no secret (since I’ve talked about it in several posts…) that I haven’t had a great run over the past 18 months or so. Things aren’t any worse, but there not exactly much better, either. On the whole, it’s sort of static. That means that this aren’t bad or god—they just are.

I know that there’s no magic to change things, unless time itself counts as magic (and I think it kind of does). But maybe persistence can do what magic can’t. And that’s where time comes into it, since waiting it out seems to be the best option at the moment.

Still, chicken soup couldn’t hurt. It was really nice, too, and sometimes that’s what matters most.

This post was ready to go—until I couldn't open Photoshop on my MacBookPro. A lot of work and time didn't resolve the issue, so I had to use GIMP, which I don't really know, and all of that that tool more than two hours after I finished writing this post. Add it to the list, I guess.