The birds are going crazy with their songs – I counted five different melodies this morning. Six mallards were running across the meadow in City Park this morning with one female in tow – hmmm. Yellow, purple and white irises are blooming along the banks of the lagoon. The fishing rodeo is not too far away and yet the lagoon has been low and sluggy the last few weeks, how ya gonna fish? I’m listening…
rose and pale grey light on the bayou, wednesday done, lists begun, deeds done, dogs fed, cat’s claws trimmed, child in crib, fedex return package for dead printer by door to go tomorrow – a nice breeze blowing – now may I read my book?
I saw a black butterfly with blue tips fly by outside and then a blue feather floated down from the sky.
I’m not lazy – I’m psycho. I have done more things today than a human being oughta. Ridiculous.
Amazing! After more than 150,000 petition signatures from Change.org members and saturation media coverage, news outlets worldwide are reporting that Apple has pulled an iPhone application launched by Exodus International that claimed to help “cure” gay and lesbian people.
I am here to report that I love a good laugh. As a matter of fact if I get one good laugh a day, I’m good as gold. So when I first watched The Louise Logs, I was tickled pink and then when Ann Flournoy recommended Ann’s Rants, I was overjoyed, then today Ann recommended Stephanie’s LiketheVodka and now I’m giddy. Boys and girls, there are people who blog some erudite and effulgent stuff and…
My mind is like a pressure cooker just waiting to explode that is why it needs lots of meditation, lots of alone time, lots of unfrenzied external stimulus. I’ve always been the sort of person who could go crazy all by myself with only a pencil in my hand. I’m finding that unquietness alarming sometimes when I listen to the dialogue in my head from a distance (hard to do). Last night I dreamt that…
I’m sitting up here in my office trying to work and the leaf blower is doing a surround sound number on my head that makes me want to take a bucket of hot water and throw it on him because I have all these calls to make but can’t because of the noise. Not my leaf blower mind you but my neighbors on all sides!
The violet eyed siren of all sirens has died. What incomparable beauty! She and my mom are probably dressing up in their kitten heels and feathers and having a grand old time (cocktails in hand).