Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Sunday, Nov. 14, 2004 - 12:57 a.m.
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Half-Bad Avocados and Birthday Party
I hate it when hardworking, inspired, inspiring amazing people off themselves. Iris Chang who wrote "The Rape of Nanking" apparently shot herself in her car. Dang anyways. She was 36 and had a kid and a husband. Dang. And I think I get down and shouldn't. yipes. It is a scary thing. Why isn't it the horrid, the mean, the users and abusers, and cheaters and betrayers who kil themselves, instead of the smart, funny, caring, creative ones? I dunno. I dunno.
I hate when avocados are half yucky and unusable.
Simmering homemade green tomato ketchup for several hours makes the air very vinegary.
Kitties on your lap snuggled against you like a nursing baby with their nose under your arm are painfully compelling and it is hard to move.
It would be nice if human bodies were designed so extremities kept as warm as the torso.
I didn't get the work finished today that I set for myself. If I get the kitty off me I will go work. yeah.
The birthday party was fun, the birthday girl, who turned 40 was suprised and happy and the tiny girl and her tiny boy cousin were enthralled by the helium balloons littering the ceiling, with streamers hanging down. Parents of little kids stop being stuffy adults and are hilarious again, with googoogaga's and goofing around playfully. I like the change.
Here are some sketches from an artist visiting a zoo that are bogglingly well done.
Here is a funky porn site called Manicjane.com.
My hands are cold. I must stop writing now and move the snuggly kitty, reheat my coffee and do some work.
hugs,
me,
wenchie
Here is my horoscope for Saturday, November 13:You're more than willing to let bygones be bygones, regardless of how many times you swore to yourself that you'd never let this happen again. Still, you could make them suffer just a little before you accept their apology.
Dang. Thank god my father didn't call and I pick up by accident. I am so sick and tired of letting bygones be bygones. Dang. And who else? Oh I am a sucker yes I am. Haha, accept their apology. Who the hell apologizes. I wish. tah.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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