Good Read

Pillars of the Earth - fantastic.  Sincerely. 

Reading currently: He Loves Me by

Wayne Jacobsen 

Peace. 

The Answer is always Patience

I find myself Googling for answers to questions I'm either up to late worrying about and can't call people to wake them up about or that I'm embarrassed to ask friends about. 

Rarely do I find direct answers to the direct questions that I ask Google. 

The "nearest answers" or "nearest topics" always point to patience. 

PATIENCE. 

Like a slap in the face. PATIENCE. 

Paaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttiienccccccccccceee.

Sigh. 

Peace. 

In pursuit of health and a drama-free world

Signing up for Sunrider. 

Have to get this anemia under control. 

That's one focus. Getting healthier. 

Second thing: 

Lots of drama that started at 11 a.m. on Friday. Not being able to get into details - I want you to know that at every point I forgot that God's got this - the drama deepened. And when I remembered and trusted, exactly what I needed, exactly as it was needed, exactly when it was needed arrived. 

Boo-ya. 

Now, we read Harry Potter. 

Peace. 

M. 

PMS

Every month on special days any simple act of kindness will send me into a tailspin of tears. So that, mixed with just the right amount of:  "Come closer so I can stab you in the eye." Every month. 

It's PMS. 

It's getting WORSE as I get older AND I've been to a naturopath and got my "Milk of the Dolphin."  Sigh. I really did, people. I really did. 

The best part is - these three letters seem to sneak up on me EVERY MONTH. It's like I'm going along great and all of the sudden my life has no meaning, I'm an abject failure, I have rage as deep as the Grand Canyon and cry when anyone is nice to me.  WHAT IS THIS? 

This is why I spend a lot of time alone. Carefully and cautiously alone. Yichie-wa-wa. 

Maybe I should just start writing stuff down on a calendar?

Tomorrow night's scheduled fun OUT OF THE HOUSE should help greatly and I think I might get a hair cut. 

Peace. 

Learning to Fly

For three years, Robin has made a nest in our backyard. My first want was to find a robin's egg shell and see if it really was an amazing colour of blue. Three years I've waited. A shell remnant was found this year.

My second want was to see a baby robin learn how to fly.

Today, there is a baby robin sitting on the window ledge just outside the living room. He occasionally beeks off at me through the glass, and mom shows up to feed him. (Yes, of course I took pictures.)

If I can remain patient I think I might see someone learn how to fly today.

Writer Celebrity Guy Love In

So, 

I'm in awelove with Scott Feschuk for the following reasons: 

A) I believe his last name indicates eastern-european ancestry - so I'd know how to feed him properly and 

B) Because I about pee my pants at 94 per cent of his articles in Maclean's Magazine. 

Got some time?  Need a hard laugh? 

http://www2.macleans.ca/category/blog-central/entertainment/feschuk-on-the-famous/

Peace. 

I read Rikki Tikki Tavi before bed last night...

...and it's about snakes who are trying to kill people. 

Thank goodness I was reading to myself and not out loud as a bed time story. 

What the?...

This is a kids book? Damn. Those British whozie-wuzits were pretty hard core. 

The mongoose is all about jumping on the back of the cobras and breaking their backs. And the cobras are all about killing the people. 

Yikes. 

Peace.