I am unable to wax poetic. Poetry is a love, not a gift. Yet, I do ponder. I’m a great ponderer. I have been pondering the way life changes and why we (re: I) have so much difficulty accepting and adapting to change. When change occurs I feel like a 2 year old sitting on the flooring kicking the floor with my heels and crying. Not all change. I’m pretty good with some of it. Change is the door that opens whether we want it to or not. I’m currently working through some changes and trying to be more accepting of that which I cannot change and just going with the flow. So far, I suck, but I’m working on it. Damnitalltohell. So much for graciousness, huh?
I haven’t figured out the problems with the pictures in the blog. I can load pictures from my ultra cool camera that requires concentration and attention. I cannot load pictures from my cheapo one that is a point and click. Wah. That is bad because my picture of my last charcoal/black/white skein is on that camera. I haven’t taken the time to take another picture with the good camera because the batteries are dead. The other thing is that there was a picture of the living room ceiling. You are saying “what?” and I wanted to have proof that Grover is capable of getting his slobber everywhere. I thought it was a cobweb. About 5″ long and what else would be on the ceiling of the living room I ask you? Well, when I tried to wipe it off the ceiling it wouldn’t come. Eeewww. I had to get the Simple Green and actually clean the ceiling to remove his slobber. The guy is talented. Mom and I laughed and laughed, but then, we are very easily amused.
So, I will leave you with my soundtrack of the day.
Have a good one!!!