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This spring the maple trees have the healthiest crop I've ever seen
of those whirligig seed thingies. And I think half of them got
clearance for takeoff today. The sky is like a carnival ride run amok. Nature designed those things so perfectly!
I've commented before that in manufacturers' races to be biggest and best, the consumers sometimes pay a price. Is "super-sizing" necessarily desirable in a world where many people are trying to be diet conscious? Is new and improved always a good thing when one can no longer find a basic product? I laughed out loud when I had proof I'm not the only person who feels that way when I overheard a woman in the grocery store lamenting, "Don't they make plain old spaghetti-o's anymore with nothing extra added?" Ooookay. I already knew the signs of the horoscope that are supposedly the best matches for Leo me. Now I've discovered if I switch to Chinese astrology, I was born in the Year of the Snake (eeekk!), and the best risk for making a relationship work would be a man born in the Year of the Rooster. So let's see. Combining the two means a Sagittarius, Gemini, or Libra born between February 13, 1945 and February 1, 1946 or between January 31, 1957 and February 17, 1958. Man. I'm narrowing this right down. If we can send men to the moon (and bring them back for some perverse reason), then for goodness' sake why can't we make calories in food disappear? Let's concentrate our research in important areas. I like cast iron doorstops and ordered a new one from a catalog. It arrived by mail today--in a box labeled "Fragile". Obviously there's a serious misconception on my part regarding the durability of cast iron. I'm going to try to "wax eloquent", but I'm usually too plain spoken for that to work. It is a perfect day. Every green leaf distinct against a clear blue sky. One of those skies with a few puffy white clouds to make it picture-perfect. A crisp edge to the air, but intoxicating sunshine. I'm not sure what chemicals sunlight triggers in one's brain, but I had this almost overwhelming urge to skip, or dance, or turn cartwheels on my way back into the office after lunch. Interesting idea since I'm wearing a dress today and I couldn't even manage cartwheels as a kid. Considering the fact that my more frequent urge at work is to crawl under my desk and take a nap, that's some pretty impressive weather! I know you turned up your nose when I mentioned crawling under my desk, but honest, it's really nice under there. Cool (I always have a fan on), spacious (because it's built into a corner), dark (well it is under a desk you know). I kinda look forward to times I need to crawl around under there with computer cords. See I digressed and blew eloquence. Drat. But anyway, my guess is God gives us a day like this once in a while to balance out those days that really bite. |
