I also can't get it out of my head that I'm not slim...another reason to avoid pictures...

I can't get it out of my head that I'm not forty! If I don't look at any photos...then...I'm fine with forty..

I may have used this one before but it is worth repeating.

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen

Yes...there's nothing like a trip to Scotland to fill the photo bank! And...a bank of quotes..."I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned."

"Don’t insult the alligator until you’ve crossed the river."

"All right, who let the bag of idiots loose?"

Five days...how does that happen? Have I been busy for five days? Ok...I have five quotes and five pictures and I may repeat myself but I will catch up!
"A friend told me I was delusional. I almost fell off of my unicorn."

Ah...at last I have an inspiration. This blog is not about petunias...it is about...patchouli oil! Last night a visitor commented on the smell of weed in the hall...I didn't smell weed...
Today I mentioned it to my neighbour and she said that yes...there had been a strong smell since new people moved in...and that when I discovered that weed does not smell of patchouli oil! Weed smells of weed! the patchouli oil is just a cover up...I taught all through the 60's and 70's and I could recognize a kid who was stoned...but...I didn't recognize the smell...
And I was reminded of yet another learning curve. At ten when kids were being silly and cute, someone asked me if my belly button was an insy or outsy and I replied, "An insy of course!" She moved on but what she didn't realize was that it wasn't until I was eleven that I discovered through literature handed out to me by mother without comment that...intercourse does not take place through the navel...I will be forever grateful for the creative gene pool inherited through my parents but in day to day matters they were really quite inept...although they obviously knew how intercourse took place...they just didn't think it was necessary to tell me. There was no Puritanical base...they were just..."artists!.

 You are expected to forget words or names, and you do. You may look up at the ceiling. People don’t like this. They may say, “Oh come on, you’re not listening.” You’re actually trying to remember their names. While he could still make explanations, my father explained to me that the little brain twigs, along with other damp parts of the body, dry up, but that there is still an infinity of synaptic opportunities in the brain. If you forget the word for peach (“A wonderful fruit,” he said), you can make other pathways for the peach picture. You can attach it to another word or context, which will then return you to the word “peach,” such as “What a peachy friend,” or springtime and peach blossoms. This is valuable advice, by the way. It works. Even if you’re only thirty, write it down for later. – Grace Paley

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1.       Another day is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day I can hear her breathing. Arundati Roy

Yesterday was one of those days in which no one made sense or...perhaps I did not make sense...I'll have to think about it! Whichever it was, it was a dumb day!

Today's topic is that of story thieves. I have people in my life who in all innocence want to steal my stories. Or rather they want to steal the subject of my stories. All I need to is open the discussion with: Today, I met a hippopotamus on my walk...and that's it. They pick up my story and tell their own story about an encounter with a hippopotamus. Because of my age, by the time they have finished their story, I no longer can remember mine. I don't think that is fair.

So it was pointed out to me that I had better look at the super moon because I wouldn't be around for the next one- it won't be until 2046, I won't be around...but I have to admit, I've seen better moons...huge moons...orange moons...it wasn't that big. I took a picture anyway. It looks like the setting of a movie...Not really a good picture but then, it wasn't a good moon...My mortality is assured.

Yes, we saw deer in Scotland and this wonderful stag who was in rut...a stag in rut...what more could one ask for. He performed nobly for us with a sound that echoed through the hills and left knowing full well that his women were safe. But that's not what I want to write about. I want to ask why people keep having to tell me that electing Donald Trump was a bad idea...I must send out vibes to suggest I am a blithering idiot. The Scots had it right. When he came to open one of his gold courses, they greeted him with a Mariachi Band. The Americans have made their decision. Half of them decided not to vote. They will have four years to consider whether or not that was a good idea.

I returned to this blog after reading my entries over the years and realizing that it was an interesting record of my thinking/life. I haven't been thinking for at least a week...or at least thinking of something I could write about...but if I don't keep coming back...I won't...think? Does it work that way? All I'm thinking now is that I didn't win the lottery on Friday which I deem to be most unfair..I should win sometime.

I can't resist reporting on what people are saying about Trump's wall...Does he not realize that most of the drug trafficking and unwanted immigration between Mexico and the States comes through tunneling...they will tunnel under the wall...no one seems to have considered this!

This summer I was invited to someone's back yard to view this blossoming...and it was the perfect picture when I was looking for something to accompany the Leonard Cohen quote:

1.       There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

I think I stopped blogging because I became uninteresting...but there is always an old file or two!

Nine emotions that people feel but cannot explain.

       

       Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

       Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place 

      

      Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat. 

      

             Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

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      Vemodalen: The frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

      Anecdiche: a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening.   

       Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone. 

       Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

      Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

I’m sorry

I was thinking about cats

Again

I still exist but I'm thinking of volunteering for a trip to Mars

I've been reviewing my blog and I feel guilty...It is the record of my life and I have to return to it...so here I am, returned from Scotland and searching for profound moments...

You can't plant carrots and pray for melons.

There...I've started!