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"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Physics of Being


According to Physics, I am not here.

I am simply more likely to be here than not here.

You are not here.

You are simply more likely to be here than not here.

No one, nothing, is here.

Only more likely to be than not to be.

Hey, Shakespeare was on to something!

I think I'll go be more likely to be somewhere else for a bit.

If you are here (or there), or simply more likely to be here (or there), I hope wherever you are more likely to be than not to be is pleasant.

If you could manipulate the likelihood of being and placeness, who/where/what would you alter?

Monday, September 24, 2012

Chilly Morn

We woke to a chill, this morning.  Relatively speaking.  If we were transitioning from winter to spring, we'd think it warm, but as we're coming out of hundred-degree weather, sixty-six is excuse enough for cheater biscuits and sausage gravy for breakfast, and oatmeal for good measure.

Some of my favorite days are when Autumn flexes her muscles and gives us a taste of what's to come.  It'll warm up again for a week or two, then cool, back and forth until the temperatures drop in earnest and frost glitters on the grass.

Meanwhile, we can enjoy open windows and give the AC some respite.  Soon, I will drag out the snugly covers.  If I must choose one season above the others, it is Autumn.

What's the day like where you are?

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


As I exhale, others inhale. As I inhale, I breathe in the exhalations of others. The light that shines on me, shines on you, too. The rain that falls on me falls on you, too. We are all connected; none of us is alone.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Us Lava, Already

Y'all, I am near my breaking point.

Tell me a joke, or something funny, wouldja? See if you can put a smile on my face, because I'm tired of crying.

Monday, September 3, 2012


What do you call thirteen witches in a hot tub?

A self cleaning coven!
I don't think I can call Sprout a baby any more - she's full tilt toddler, now. Holy carp!
The Evil Genius grew two feet this summer. That may not even be an exaggeration. He needs new clothes. Fun!
I don't know who to vote for this fall. I have even had the thought scamper across my mind that I won't vote at all, that it isn't worth it. No worries - worth it or not, I'm voting. I will not let apathy steal away the one tiny voice I have in regards to running the rotting hulk that was once our ship of state.
I had my first Mormon Missionary encounter a few days ago. Boy, those Jehovah's Witnesses could take some politeness lessons from the Mormons. Nice boys, the Mormons...painfully young and I can't get past the sublimation of women or the magic underwear, but still...nice.
We have an acorn squash plant threatening the house. Inch by inch it is creeping from the compost pile (where it mysteriously sprouted up)(mysteriously because we haven't HAD acorn squash in two years) to the front landing. If it makes it to the door, I suspect it plans to come in and make itself at home, perhaps use the Internet and avail itself of plentiful clean water. Meanwhile, we're getting some lovely squash from it, so as long as it is willing to pay rent, I guess it can have a room. It still has to do a chore, though.
Sprout has a cough. She picked it up somewhere and won't let it go. I keep trying to convince her that coughs don't make good pets, but she isn't having any of it. I think she plans to keep it until it hatches. Sigh.
I didn't water my Christmas Cactus for three weeks. It'll live, but it isn't speaking to me right now. Good thing the other living things in the house have the means to tell me they need feeding, huh?
Sprout has learned how to blow kisses. Good grief.
There's not a zone on my body that doesn't have a twinge, aches, creak, pop, or pain. Is there a chiropractor in the house? One that will work for banana bread and acorn squash?
How're you doing?