"Continuous improvement is better than delayed perfection" ~ Mark Twain
Cloudy all day, and some rain. It did nothing good for my mood. Our high was only 73F.
A summer day in Rhode Island.
I don't know if I have much to say. I am trying hard to work. I spent an hour and a half on the first half on an interview, and on Facebook I said of it"
Fuck me sideways, but I forget how much I dislike giving interviews, which is why I stopped giving them. These are good, intelligent questions, which is what makes it hard. It's just, the older I get the less I want to talk about myself. AND social media makes talking about oneself (social media's raison d'etre) and the reason for one's views a minefield that could easily blow off a leg or a close friend or a career.
Later, also on Facebook, I said, There is a very fine line, thin as a strand of spider silk, sharp as obsidian, dividing my mind from feeling nothing at all and feeling everything at once. I have chosen, when possible and to the degree I am able to choose, the former.
Last night, we watched a documentary about Jim Henson, and then began a series about Industrial Light and Magic. Both on Disney+. I have it for one month, so we're getting everything from it we can.
I find myself these days thinking much about loyalty, and how I have lived my life almost absurdly loyal to anyone I care about, and also thinking about how many times that has led me into naive betrayal. Never expect others to live up to your standards.
On, and Selwyn had to go back to the vet today. An impacted anal gland that ruptured. So, now the cone is back on his head, and that cost us money we don't have.
It was my goal to go from 163lbs. in February to 180lbs. by my birthday, and I appear to have exceeded that by a pound or two.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Buy something.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
A summer day in Rhode Island.
I don't know if I have much to say. I am trying hard to work. I spent an hour and a half on the first half on an interview, and on Facebook I said of it"
Fuck me sideways, but I forget how much I dislike giving interviews, which is why I stopped giving them. These are good, intelligent questions, which is what makes it hard. It's just, the older I get the less I want to talk about myself. AND social media makes talking about oneself (social media's raison d'etre) and the reason for one's views a minefield that could easily blow off a leg or a close friend or a career.
Later, also on Facebook, I said, There is a very fine line, thin as a strand of spider silk, sharp as obsidian, dividing my mind from feeling nothing at all and feeling everything at once. I have chosen, when possible and to the degree I am able to choose, the former.
Last night, we watched a documentary about Jim Henson, and then began a series about Industrial Light and Magic. Both on Disney+. I have it for one month, so we're getting everything from it we can.
I find myself these days thinking much about loyalty, and how I have lived my life almost absurdly loyal to anyone I care about, and also thinking about how many times that has led me into naive betrayal. Never expect others to live up to your standards.
On, and Selwyn had to go back to the vet today. An impacted anal gland that ruptured. So, now the cone is back on his head, and that cost us money we don't have.
It was my goal to go from 163lbs. in February to 180lbs. by my birthday, and I appear to have exceeded that by a pound or two.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Buy something.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast