Morning pages
I got up at 8 and thought about going for a walk. However, I didn't think my hip would tolerate such an adventure, so I made it to my chair ad sat down.
There was a gentle banging on the house. I tried to figure out what it was. Eventually, looking at the basket hanging on the base of the sunflower seed feeder, I noticed a pair of tiny ears protruding out of the fluffy fleece in the basket. Could it be? A squirrel down in the basket? Was it big enough in there for a squirrel?
I opened the window and out of the basket flew a black squirrel. Unbelievable!
I've been looking at facebook, then at pinterest, then decided I need to sit and write for awhile. I haven't really written for a long time. I think I am too invested in the internet. I post pictures, statud updates and videos on facebook and on youtube. When I don't have any comments from them, I feel sad. I should be above that. Sometimes the number of views on the video to comments ratio makes me sad. It's too important to me. Do I do think just for the response? Is it because I am lonely and too invested in having a converstation? I think I need to spend more time with 'real peopel', or at least with real people in my own life, in my own area.
Yesterday we went out and visited with three people, or at three different homes. It was so nice to connect with people. Ineed to do more of that.
I guess my hip hurting is part of the problem. It's not as eay to get out as it always has been. Am I just writing this for the responses? Its rare there are any on my journal entries. If I were just writing this and saving it like I used to, would I be writing this?
Perhaps I am not aware of where comments are. I used to find them, but htat was back when I used to read my email. Perhaps they are in there. Perhaps I should check and see.
There was a gentle banging on the house. I tried to figure out what it was. Eventually, looking at the basket hanging on the base of the sunflower seed feeder, I noticed a pair of tiny ears protruding out of the fluffy fleece in the basket. Could it be? A squirrel down in the basket? Was it big enough in there for a squirrel?
I opened the window and out of the basket flew a black squirrel. Unbelievable!
I've been looking at facebook, then at pinterest, then decided I need to sit and write for awhile. I haven't really written for a long time. I think I am too invested in the internet. I post pictures, statud updates and videos on facebook and on youtube. When I don't have any comments from them, I feel sad. I should be above that. Sometimes the number of views on the video to comments ratio makes me sad. It's too important to me. Do I do think just for the response? Is it because I am lonely and too invested in having a converstation? I think I need to spend more time with 'real peopel', or at least with real people in my own life, in my own area.
Yesterday we went out and visited with three people, or at three different homes. It was so nice to connect with people. Ineed to do more of that.
I guess my hip hurting is part of the problem. It's not as eay to get out as it always has been. Am I just writing this for the responses? Its rare there are any on my journal entries. If I were just writing this and saving it like I used to, would I be writing this?
Perhaps I am not aware of where comments are. I used to find them, but htat was back when I used to read my email. Perhaps they are in there. Perhaps I should check and see.