Nothing worse than no surprises

A no surprise filled day is only surpassed by a no surprise filled perfect moment. There's no good explanation for no surprise filled perfect moments, because there are so many to choose from, that it only becomes more evident when none of the many are chosen.

A no surprise filled day is expected, kind of like fasting, here and there it makes you appreciate food more. And listen to its ingredients better, sometimes with fun visuals. Heart still breaks the same during both instances, but at least with a no surprise filled day, you somewhat deserve it.

Or need it. A no surprise filled perfect moment is inexcusable. Because the only answer to that is lowered expectations. No fun.

Angry or dark

My choice, only artistic integrity at stake, not the real kind. Will last about, oh, three or four days before I decide life was once easier, why did I ever complain. Had everything I needed, I mean have. For a moment there I considered, I've got so many great principles I love my life by, I could sacrifice one or two, bigger picture.

But nah. Flying solo is for trained pilots, not average citizens who can't fathom why it's so hard to have a conversation. Why is it so hard to have a conversation? No one knows. Maybe somebody's standing on your head and you can't think straight, or won't. Not my business, never was mine.

Oh, trust me, I'll never pursue the dark arts again. Three times didn't end up being a charm, why invest in four. Okay, two days it is. I can't suffer like this anymore.

I'm not at the park

One foot out the door, but I decided to empty a couple of baskets of laundry first, and of course, write a quick blog. I'm in a writing mood today, hate when that happens, because my thoughts aren't really organized enough to even be writing in the first place. And so, you get all my deepest feelings splattered everywhere, very unproductive if you ask me.

I like it best when I'm on top of my game, able to accomplish all I set out to, and pulling things out of my hat I didn't even know were in there. Those are my best days, and I haven't spring to excuse myself with this time. This time, it's the muggy weather, and the fact that I need to be at the park when instead, I'm here emptying a couple of baskets of laundry, and writing a quick blog.

Even my paragraphs are four lines instead of three, pre-posting. I'm a three lines pre-posting kind of girl, which ends up being four or five once published. Four lines will leave me with six, how annoying. Nothing more annoying to my own self than being wordy, instead of concise.

There, that was three. I like being concise about life in general...I study this, I think these, I am whatever. My best self is concise, so if ever you catch me being wordy, or splattering my feelings everywhere, it's unproductive in my opinion, and not my best me.

Not that there's not a time and a place for all of the above mentioned, the concise and the wordy, three-lined pre-posting paragraphs and four. I usually shy away from two lines pre-posting, not sure why. But, I'm going to the park right now, just happy to have three lines pre-posting again.

For me, it's the little things that count. Oh great, that's just one. Freakin out!

301st post, without a character limit

Much better. Definitely transitioning, and not just because I'm saving the transcript. I like having the freedom to post whatever I want in my self-owned blogs. They're free, which only adds to the beauty, which there is much.

Blogging in a free blog without a character limit, meaning there is not a limit to either the number or number of characters. The characters as in letters, and the characters studied and portrayed here, because society is full of them. Characters.

But, until I write an actual book I won't need to care about the second kind of characters which is why I'm just focusing on the first, the number of characters allowed. It's just nice to know I have access to both kinds of characters, should the definition and use be entirely at my disposal.

Which it always will be I wanted to say at the end of the last paragraph, but chose not to. Why? Well, that's something you can only find out once you get to know me. Otherwise, you might copy my characterization of a well-written post.

Dark Night of the Snow

I loved being a winter baby, at least I'd imagine now that I'm grown. Probably didn't make a difference back when I was zero, so long as my parents dressed me in warm enough clothes. Which they probably did. Yup, I'm sure they did, it gets cold in Chicago.

I like my birthday being in winter though, just three days after Christmas, so what that I get gypped on presents or can never really feel the New Year, I'm like three days ahead of even that goal. Birthdays are new beginnings, didn't you know?

Winter is the darkest time of the year, at least the 21st is. I suppose I'm a week after that, a week further in, a week of increasing light. I'm a week brighter than December 21st will ever be, the darkest and longest night. Light and dark are miracles, dont'cha think?

Sometimes light and dark are all we can depend on. Unless you're one of those balance junkies who prefers equinoxes over solstices. You know, March and September 21sts forever battling June and December for the championship? You decide.

Either you're lightest and darkest like me and my oldest, or holding the middle open for the rest of the year, more politer. I'd probably be an equinox girl like my youngest if I knew what was good for me. Perhaps in time.

For now, I embrace the darkness of my birthday month, my winter. Yes, I KNOW it's summer, please don't wake me up, I'm sleeping. In North America, not flipping the globe on you, call it Indian time if it makes someone feel better.

Could it really be that simple you ask, a life made of just light and darkness? Well, yeah! Our biology answers to nothing but "on" and "off" buttons, the moon and its cycles, you know how that goes.

Well, tune in. Choose light, but never fear the shadows.

I guess black is the new green

I wanted to follow the rainbow, I did pretty good until this blog. The red may have been a tad lighter than usual, perhaps lacking oxygen, or would that be too much, oh two. Got orange covered, and yellow, but where's my dang green. No, I'm not going to go so far out of my way as to change the color of anymore of my blogs, green will have to invent itself, and decide where it will put it. Black will stay.

Green is my favorite color, well, some shades, and blue. But today, and tomorrow, and the weekend throughout Monday will have to do without green, hope that's okay with some of you. Doubtful I'll have the urge even then to change a single one of my blog colors, and for sure I won't be inventing one. Getting tired of my own self and my incessant blabbing about nothing for no one.

C'mon, 24 blog readers isn't an audience, even I have the self-deprecating humor to notice and admit to that. Not that I've ever strived for more, been one of those "why waste my time, if the payback's not worth it". Payback obviously not being readership, but actual fulfillment. Oh well, maybe next week, next month, or next Christmas. Green will decide to spare the time.

Medicines

There are only two medicines I know of that treat the burning heart, as caused by foods that for a million unknown reasons won't just be properly digested like they're told to. One, is to just sit with the pain, which inevitably leads to the eyes rolling back in the head, hence the reverie. The mind then starts to feel weak and floaty, and then one gets lost in dream.

Not a good place to be when the primary job is to function as a homemaker, wife, and teacher. The other medicine hasn't been invented yet, and like the diabetes cure, requires scientists and researchers to lay out their findings and decide which will create the best outcome, cost and efficiency-wise.

It's too bad when scientists invest in only parts, because it's the whole picture that allowed the burn to be available to sufferers everywhere in the first place. The whole entire picture that will continue to allow sufferers thereafter to suffer from indigestable food from that point forward.

Suffering from a burning heart is a lesson in disguise, it always is, but at this point I'm not going to take the easy out and say, "just have faith". Because while religion is a useful means of curing just about anything in this day and age, communicating about religion is as essential a part of the cure as anything.

The Cabin

I probably won't be leaving until later this evening, and I think I'll be driving. Which is good for me, because then I can do my best thinking. I like driving and thinking, and hope I'm not thinking too deeply that I end up hitting a deer. Deer are prevalent during night driving, which is sometimes the reason we say, "let's just go tomorrow".

Speaking of going with the flow, I'm the master. I can't even count the number of times I've had all my hopes set on something, only to find my only choice to be going with the flow. I guess it's why I pride myself so much on not being a nag, so much to nag about, yet I don't. Why make somebody's job harder than it already is, I'm lucky to have nothing to do all day.

Ha, ha. That makes me laugh at the thought of it. Anyway, have you heard I'm feeling really inspired lately, I totally am. It's nice to feel my heart beat again, and not so hard to ignore the fact that it's been waiting very long through spring to find its rhythm again. I think during our math lessons, I'll be adding up all the springs I've been waiting through, for my heart to find its rhythm again. Too many to calculate on here, but oh well, not complaining.

Math will get plenty of time on Monday, believe me!! I love that I'm not a nag though, probably one of my better character strengths when I'm not confusing myself with all those silly fractions, which aren't actually that confusing once you buckle down and learn them. Well, until you get to infinity and actually imagine that infinity is possible, it tends to blow your mind away when you invest in infinity and realize what's possible.

And should never have been impossible in the first place. I think then, I'd like not nagging even more. When I wasn't loving the shit out of it. Infinity, not nagging.

Why not go with black first today

Who needs to sit around learning all the time when they can simply sit there smiling. Not me. My kids have been begging me to take them to the park all day today, and I should've. Yet, I'm making too much progress to let pure joy deter me. It would've been so at the park, it always is. No concessions, that's for our fun at the pool this summer, and splash park. By then my camera will be all I ever need. Plus my family.

I love my camera-filled best summers ever. But now, despite my worn intentions, I have closets to clean, toy baskets to rearrange, and all the dust cleared I need to breathe deeply again.

These are Greek

Tele ~ far away; telescope (scope ~ watch, examine), telegraph (graph ~ write) -to send writing far away

Phono ~ sound, voice; phonograph (writes down sound), microphone (makes small sounds big), symphony (syn ~ with/together...make sound together)*

Peri ~ around, near; periodontics (dent ~ tooth), periscope (to look around objects), perimeter (to measure around)**


**Meter means measure XOXO

Kung Fu like that

Oh, totally what you're thinking. Yes, I'm Kung Fu like that. Only, best expressed through email instruction, 'cause everything I do is so graphic. Like an illustrator, only much more honest. So, I'm Kung Fu like that. What's that, you didn't expect it?

Well, I take my prose seriously, like some take their tea. Think lil miss Queen Olivia of La Mancha and such, would totally be offended by that? I'd hope, it fits me.

Write your own script

My pen just ran out of ink, hope that's okay. I'm typing on a Gateway, dreaming of more, but that's okay. I hope you don't mind that my pen's out of ink. It's better that way. Can't even find the address, where to send the lyrics. A fight with my whole love, no, won't happen a second time. Stimulus package, well the news still deserves my time.

The rest can have each other, and the end.