Mood:  don't ask

The Bush parody? I could only skim through this thing---Dr. Weil's
health plan advises against listening to news. Bad news at least--it
lessens stress.

Just had a skirmish with saja--I started it in front of our friends.
Then everybody left...good. A person can't think with all that noise.

I am going to go to the river--I've only been once without Ashy--and
get a picture of some baby cows for you. Then you could write a
screenplay about giant cows that nuzzle the whole world with their bristly lips
and velvet pink tongues. There's a dog near there that looks like a
fox; it lives with a lazy beagle and two small goats. For real Bruce--its
truly fantastic. You should see it.
So--that settled me down a little.
I hate fighting with saja--I never win--so then I think "why bother"
and then I think "I have to--she's my daughter and she's not holding up
her end of the bargain."

Geez...give me some advice, would you? I have to ask my friend Jules,
who was here, what she thought. She seemed aghast--and rushed to Saja's
aid. So I guess I need to lighten up. Or just send her away for her own
good--if I'm really that bad of a mother...

I don't want to continually play these same games over and over again.
I just switch onto automatic, and everyone feels comfortable, I guess.
The anger fuels them. It exhausts me and makes me weep.

Sometimes a beautiful day is just a trap.

Thanks for listening--love mar