Tuesday, November 27, 2007

My Hero

Fall Flowers

My camera is dead. I tried to revive it to no avail. I was in the anger stage of the seven steps of mourning it when my sister said, “Just get a new one." It pulled me right out of that hopeless angry feeling. I ordered one today. The only thing I know about it is the price. It should be here soon.

My sister is my hero--not only does she come up with obviously simple one-liners, but she knows almost everything about almost anything. Just yesterday, I asked her if should I put the new bathroom faucet on the right or left side of the sink. She said, "It goes in the back!" Of course! Who else could I ask that stupid question! I know most of my questions are pretty foolish. Sometimes she laughs, sometime she gets mad and tells me my only answer is suicide, but in the end she keeps the fact of my obtuseness in the family. Unfortunately, I just let it out.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Friday, November 9, 2007

Rainbow Promise

The world as I knew it is, quite frankly, gone. Things naturally change over time, and I can accept that, but the changes I see now are not quite right. My belief is based on what is true, or what I believe in my own mind.

Weather changes are probably first on my list, because of the fact that I like to spend my winters on my swing. It has been too warm to enjoy sitting outside, and the air conditioning is still running in the house. Doors remain closed, and I'm DEPRESSED!

The recalls from China are OVERWHELMING! Gas prices, UNWARRANTED! Quantity over quality, FOOLISH! Lies over truth, and evil over good, SHAMEFUL! Open borders, ABSURD!

Even with things filled with uncertainty and everything twisted throughout the earth, there is a rainbow in my life. My concern for the state of the world just shifted to neutral, because I just saw my nearly finished, remodeled bathroom! It's magnificent! I'll worry about the world another day.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Bone Dry

Traverse the desert, and then ye can tell
What treasures exist in the cold deep well,
Sink in despair on the red parch'd earth,
And then ye may reckon what water is worth.

Miss Eliza Coor