Today was a most uninteresting day until I made a most interesting discovery.

Both of my dogs came down sick today (I think they drank rainwater which has upset their stomachs.) So my day consisted of boiling white rice and chicken, preparing pumpkin purée and a million trips outside to the one spot in the yard where we didn’t just lay grass seed.

Keeping an eye on them all day to keep “accidents” from happening led to a lot of time scrolling around online which is where I found my most interesting thing.

A woman in my “Old House” group posted the following picture. Both pictures were taken on her front porch. The first in 1918 during the Spanish Flu outbreak, and the second in 2020 during the COVID 19 pandemic.

It makes me think about all old houses and all that they have seen.

The cycle of life repeated over and over on their porches, behind their doors, within the boundaries of their walls.

Stories and energy repeated, different characters playing the same parts.

I wonder if we are the ghosts haunting our houses, repeating history over and over, destined to live in a loop.

I wonder if the houses tire of the repetition.

Wish for a different script.

Wish for a different ending.

Question our decisions.

Wonder when we will learn.