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!