Random thoughts
Today I canvassed again, hopefully for the last time. People were oddly very eager to talk. Some wanted to talk about how sick they were of electioneering, some wanted to discuss lines for early voting, but most actually wanted to talk about candidates and issues. It was kinda nice -- except I met my first pointlessly rude person. But one out of god-knows-how-many is a pretty good average.
I was reminded that I have tried to Facebook-friend or LinkedIn-connect or otherwise get in touch with a number of people from my past. None has responded, and I can't remember which method I used with which person. The memory lapse bothers me less than the notion that people who, in our shared youth, swore best friends forever but now seem to have forgotten me entirely. Or maybe they only signed up for Facebook because their kids told them to.
I also have vaguely forlorn feelings because I comment on friends' blogs but no one seems to want to comment on mine. That's not a hint, just an observation. And I'm counting the SuperSheltie blog in that calculation. And now I suddenly feel guilty because I owe Emily a meme. Tomorrow!
I am wondering if I should tap an unneeded financial pool in order to invest in the stock market. Warren Buffett says I should, but I wonder if I should leave the money alone in case Mom needs it after all. Hey, she gets Social Security - I kinda doubt I will. But still.
I am overextended.
I haven't done a fraction of the hiking I'd like to have done this year. Camping - not even in the equation.
I need to do a clothing purge, and extend it throughout the house. Simplify, simplify.
Men at Work broke up too soon.
I don't know why I can't keep an arborvitae alive. It's one of the simplest freaking shrubs around. The whole garden needs to be chopped down for the winter. If this arborvitae dies, too, I am going to stick in a rosemary and let it take over the whole damn patch.
My neck is stiff all the time, and so are my knees. Is it age, genetics or abuse?
I need to buy Christmas presents. I can't think of anything I want except someone to come tidy up my life.
Time to set the clocks back.
I was reminded that I have tried to Facebook-friend or LinkedIn-connect or otherwise get in touch with a number of people from my past. None has responded, and I can't remember which method I used with which person. The memory lapse bothers me less than the notion that people who, in our shared youth, swore best friends forever but now seem to have forgotten me entirely. Or maybe they only signed up for Facebook because their kids told them to.
I also have vaguely forlorn feelings because I comment on friends' blogs but no one seems to want to comment on mine. That's not a hint, just an observation. And I'm counting the SuperSheltie blog in that calculation. And now I suddenly feel guilty because I owe Emily a meme. Tomorrow!
I am wondering if I should tap an unneeded financial pool in order to invest in the stock market. Warren Buffett says I should, but I wonder if I should leave the money alone in case Mom needs it after all. Hey, she gets Social Security - I kinda doubt I will. But still.
I am overextended.
I haven't done a fraction of the hiking I'd like to have done this year. Camping - not even in the equation.
I need to do a clothing purge, and extend it throughout the house. Simplify, simplify.
Men at Work broke up too soon.
I don't know why I can't keep an arborvitae alive. It's one of the simplest freaking shrubs around. The whole garden needs to be chopped down for the winter. If this arborvitae dies, too, I am going to stick in a rosemary and let it take over the whole damn patch.
My neck is stiff all the time, and so are my knees. Is it age, genetics or abuse?
I need to buy Christmas presents. I can't think of anything I want except someone to come tidy up my life.
Time to set the clocks back.