“We can be the kind of people who lead with their hearts and behave to those around them in an ethical, honest, and kindly manner that creates for those who enter that three feet around us a feeling of peace that also serves to steady the self.” - Sharon Salzberg
*Just* getting through the day. Feeling more rattled than a cat in a box of lobsters.
I just can't believe in movie superheros, one reason being they do so much fighting. Who can keep up that pace for two hours? It's exhausting. In my whole lifetime, I'll not scrap nearly that often.
This is a rant I just posted Skype, I felt it good enough to repost here:

"I see my Men's Health magazine is in at the online service from the library

a big article presented called "Shred Your Abs"

who the hell wants to do that?

where do they get these titles from?

must be a title generator

they always find some lunk-head to present these things, and he or she usually has a stupid tattoo, often of a snake or something

and they dip themselves in baby oil

"Ugh! Ugh! We're gonna compleatly burn out your thighs! Ugh! Ugh!"

just give people a quiet, intelligent and knowledgeable person who can clearly explain who, what, when, where, why and how, with clear illustrations and/or video

no screamy stuff"
"With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?" ~ Oscar Wilde
I'm thinking about competence these days.

This blog post from 'The Last Word On Nothing' has an interesting view on it:

I'm sure some wise person said something like this, but the idea occurred to me thus:

The traits and stories we attribute to our pets are so often alike those qualities we would like others to see in us.
"That's it...I'm not fat, I have an accretionary equatorial bulge." - found tweet.


Cool, grey day in the Comox Valley. Checked lottery tix, won nothing. Bought more. Will be out to supper tonight, planning on trying Jambalaya, a spicy Creole dish.
I don't think there's a basic aggravation greater than when one decides to have a wee, does the wee, does up one's trousers when sure it's done, then starts again with the wee-ing.
Oh, drill a hole in a board and pull me through, I'm not much good to anybody today.
Hurray for Pat! Hurray for Chuck!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Just wanted to say!
Since the third week of June 2016, I've been feeling the call to return to examine the bones of a relationship that ended December 31st, New Year's Eve, 1980. As you may guess, it hasn't been a lovely experience.

"This is now. It's not then."

If only I hadn't been me.
I've been putting out seed for the birds. I'm finding how much dark-eyed Juncos can put away. We may have more snow tonight, to give way to rain. Temperature is warming over the next few days.
I've been thinking about this new trend of Bullet Journals. I've looked at lots of them on Instagram, and have to confess I can't see how they can be considered really journals. To me they're more like daily planners, brief-like. Including a few doodles, perhaps, for decor.
It's been pointed out that approximately every seventh word that's come out of my mouth today has been a choice variety of five: fuck, fuckin', fucker/fuckee and fucked.

A frisky day here.
Today I deleted all my posts to my Facebook Timeline, one at a time. Felt good to slowly eliminate myself.
I've been reading a lot of articles that suggest ways in which I can become 'insanely productive'. While doing so, I realize that my time is being taken up by reading, and I'm not being productive at all.

Also, I think I've figured out how to post pictures on DW, perhaps will start doing so!
I don't like clowns, not because of any creepy factor, but because I don't want to be suddenly made part of their "shows", not ever. The thought of some stupid prank to be played on my shy person for the benefit of awful kiddies makes me itchy.

CNN did a bit on clowns.

"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." ~ Allen Ginsberg


Did my redesigned walking route today, had to pass the Comox Pentecostal Church, which I did rapidly. Judging from the parking lot, the place looked busy, and I didn't want to be around when they're calling down The Spirit, or what ever it is they like to do.

Also tried a mobile app that counts steps. Don't really need it, since I'd long ago figured that in my case, 4 miles equals a little more than 10,000 steps.
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