Love is setting the timer on the thermostat to turn on the heater before your sweetheart wakes up in the morning.
That’s the kind of love you can stick a fork in.
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Happy December
It is a new month.
this is the month of many things.
We have the solstice, on the 21st
We have christmas, and new year’s eve.
We have the birthday of Chris’s mother.
Many things, which require much preparation.
Plus, it’s pretty dark. And cold. Both of those being relative quantities.
I wish you all a marvelous December.
and they all rolled over and one fell out
Good things have been happening. I mean, really!
How fabulous that I have a great new job with nice people and even more fabulous that I have purchased a home with the man of my dreams.
okay.
Well.
I just kind of wish that it hadn’t happened all at once. I am in the position of not having anything quite where I need it or want it.
My rhythm is off. There are things I need to do everywhere I look.
It makes me tired.
My Brother!
I was listening to this history lesson in my car, and the professor was talking about Socrates.
He was going on and on, relating how Socrates would ask people questions, and lead them on with more questions.
I recognized this.
I have found a SOULmate, a brother, in Socrates. It is so clear to me! I do exactly the same thing. And I also piss people off with my incessant questions.
I have gotten in big trouble for asking questions. I have what appears to be a very unusual outlook on life.
Socrates got in trouble for his questions. But, as I have recently come to conclude, over that last few years, he and I agree that it is dangerous and foolish to consider yourself wise…Meaning, don’t think you know all the answers. There are always more ways to look at a thing, another question to ask. So, no, you don’t know the answers.
I feel so great to realize that Socrates had the same question disease–condition–that I have.
I may have to spend a little time getting to know this guy.
One sad thing, he ended up being sacrificed, being sentenced to death because of his questions.
hopefully I’ll avoid that fate.
It’s your duty to uphold tradition
Once of the things that parents must do when raising their children is give them a sense of right and wrong, and a sense of the values of their culture.
This is important! If kids are not guided and molded, how can society maintain its vital traditions?
Parents, I say to you now, it is your DUTY to take your children trick or treating. Haloween depends upon it.
In years past, there were hordes of costumed waifs parading down the block after dark. It has slowed! It is merely a trickle when once it was a mighty flood.
But we, the childless members of society depend on the children to uphold the tradition. Where would we be if the children abandon Halloween?
Do not go only to the businesses and the malls to gather candy! Fie on you, you parents who deem it convenient or ‘safe’ to do so!
No, we depend on the children to provide us with a reason to buy large quantities of our favorite candies.
It is your DUTY, parents and children, even if you don’t feel like it. Even if you don’t like candy or aren’t allowed to eat it.
You are the carriers of the torch. If you do not pass it forward, we are lost.
Can you imagine the grim future, the barren and dry future of an America with no more halloween? No sweets, no costumes, no flirting with evil or badness?
Let it not be so! Keep halloween thriving! Dress your children and yourselves!
It is your unhallowed duty.
photos of the bristlecone pine forest
This forest was truly amazing. It was magnificently old. You could tell that it had a sense of presence. It was a forest that knew how to wait, and enjoyed the passage of time.
It was named after it’s own seeds:
Of course, that is just the tiniest part of the forest. The forest has huge time-scarred trees.
These trees have learned to live in the hardest of circumstances. The rocks they grow in are not soft nutritious loam. They are rocks. And there is hardly any water.
But these trees learned how to roll with it. They grow as little as possible. Their philosophy was just to remain alive. Which they do. Better than any other living thing on earth.
When the wind and the freezing and the utter lack of water overcomes them, they let pieces of themselves die. And then the wood, which is super hard, stays and weathers the weather.
The forest was very hard to get to. It was very quiet.
The altitude was substantial, too. I had a hard time keeping my breath.
But I would love to go again.
Happy Halloween
It is the day.
My new home is one block from an elementary school, so we have hopes for some cute trick or treaters.
I’m excited.
There are a lot of halloween decorations up. We did not decorate. Chris kept lingering over the fog machine, and various other scary stuff.
“Buy it!” I told him.
“Let’s wait and see how many trick or treaters come…”
He says that people are more into decorating than he remembers. We see a lot of fake spiderwebs on hedged. I see a lot of christmas-style lights.
Apparently, the witches have become much less skilled broomstick drivers. There are flattened witches all over fences and trees and doors.
I bought the tootsie roll combo pack. I hope it will be enough. I’ve snacked on it a bit, but there is a big bowl left.
Happy Halloween every one!
‘Tis the season
Watch out, friends. It’s flu and cold season
I got the flu shot, but right now it’s colds going around. One is encircling my head. I hope it passes.
Transplanted colors
It’s been rainy and cold. Now it’s just cold.
Of course, cold is a relative thing. This is Los Angeles, after all. Cold means it dips below 70 in the afternoons.
But I’m glad it finally feels like fall. Protracted summer is wearing. I am ready for the season change.
People say there is no change in seasons here. Probably other people have missed the changing colors of fall, because there are more than a few cultivated maples and other such trees that change color and drop their leaves.
I was kicking some of those leaves across the sidewalk yesterday. I thought, This is really an artificial fall. This tree isn’t from around here. It was brought here to drop it’s leaves.
And then I realized my disdain wasn’t really fair. I’m not from around here either. Why can’t the trees be validated as transplants? A whole lot of the people are.
So, happy fall everybody. Wherever you are. Even if fall is long past for you. Enjoy the seasons.
a decade
America…since…Gosh, I don’t know…But we started to think in decades.
The 50s…the 60s…the 70s…the 80s…
The 80s are coming back, don’t you know?
But, what’s up with the arbitrary emphasis on the ‘0’? the 80 to the 90. Or the 1950 to the 1960.
We have an extra zero now, and we hardly know what to do with it. We don’t have a cute term for the now…The fifties, the eighties, the nineties…and two thousand five…or worse, two thousand and five.
We’re kind of drifting until we get to call it the teens. Then it’s back on solid ground, the twenties, the thirties and the forties.
But at this moment, we are half way. 2005.
And for me, that concludes my own personal decade. On October 15, 1995 I flew from the Anchorage airport to Sacramento California.
My first decade of California living has passed.
I have a geeky reason for remembering that it was 1995. That was when it went from Windows 3.11 to Windows 95
A big year, to be sure. And the decade that followed has been justly monumental. I am so happy to be where I am and to have the skills that I have.