Sunday, June 23, 2002 * amused... <Slightly defective key to one woman's soul> Found these words describing my journal site on one of the search engines. My first thought was, " how intuitive..." It's odd how different people react to reading people's journals. I find myself vascilating between, " uh, hmm-mmm, well, that's about enough of that..." to "oh my, this is so good. I must come back and read more." And lots of times it's an age thing. Reading the rants of the very young I'm sure is fascinating to other young people... and the same for other age ranges. However, sometimes a journal transcends the age thing. Sometimes it's all heart and soul and not mercenary and object related... And sometimes it's a combination of both. After all... what a difference a day makes. We may be all philosophical and/or melancholy one day and on a mercenary buying spree the next. But that's life, isn't it? It's all part of the journey. I tend to like the personal journals with occasional rants ... but not the continuous drone of political or world gone wrong things. Guess I'm not an intellectual by a long shot, although I hope that I'm not oblivious to things that need to be righted. My previous stand that I tend to be guilty of more sins of omission, than commission still rings true. Trying to find 'middle ground' can be tedious. I do believe in standing up for things, but also feel that one must choose their battles carefully. If you rant about everything, people tend to ignore you or disregard you just the same as if you never voice any opinion... ~~~~~~~~~~~ OK, back to the mundane... guess what I made for Sunday Breakfast this morning? Cheese Blitzes! I used crepes and a combination of cottage cheese, cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla for the filling. Then after cooking them, added fresh blueberries, raspberries, and pecans on the top and dusted with a little powdered sugar. It made a nice diversion from our normal Sunday mornings which are usually eggs, bacon, and biscuits, or waffles or pancakes. Don't be thinking that we eat this way every morning. We don't. Only Sundays do we take the time to have a big breakfast. The rest of the week it's 'every man for himself'... which for me is usually toast and tea. Updates: Polly, the new Budgie, is still with us. I guess returning her is not going to happen. We buried Petey out back and put a flower on his grave. DH brought me home some apricot roses the day Pete died. I will put the petals on his grave when they start to fall... Checked the wren nest and it has fuzzy little baby wrens - all snug and asleep... Almost picked up a baby Mockingbird on my walk yesterday. Mama and I saw a nest blown down and I turned it over to check that nothing was in it. It was empty. Then as we continued walking, we came across this young baby Mockingbird (not quite flying yet). I stooped down and was going to gently pick him up when he suddenly woke up, squealed, and hopped very fast across the lawn towards another larger bird, that I suspect was his mama. Watching him go, I warned him that he'd better hop fast as there were a lot of stray cats in this neighborhood. Think I'll call it a day Here's wishing you a relaxing evening and a good peaceful nite! Rian |
From Dawn to Dusk... the journal |
one woman's journey a day at a time "to touch the cup with eager lips and taste not drain it" |
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