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I'm embarrassed and ashamed that I let this lie unused for so long.
I haven't felt much like writing journal entries for the last several months.
Things have come around though.
This has overall been a happy sort of summer. Growing rose bushes successfully, writing, playing with the neighbor's Corgi who apparently thinks *I'm* the critter he's supposed to herd, working and making a couple of unexpected friends--the best kind.
Our next door house has a new family, including several small children.
Nasser, the oldest, is thirteen. His youngest little sister is not quite
three, and likes to come into the backyard to look at flowering plants.
Thankfully, she knows enough not to wander too far away, and to not let
strangers too close.
Today's plans: beachgoing, more writing, including possibly some new short stories for the NYR challenge at Yuletide.
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Public announcements of "forgiveness," the new(well, not so new) politically correct trend.
This irritates me. Look, if the person who's behaved badly, has injured you
by doing so, fine. If you're just a spectator? Announcements like that are nothing but polishing one's ego, IMO. It's a way to demonstrate how much bigger a person you are than the offender. Spotlight grabbing.
A man who cheats on his wife? His colleagues are not the ones who need to decide to forgive or hold him to account for his behavior. The wife's part of this was barely mentioned at all. If I were in her shoes, I'd want them all to shut up and let her and her husband sort this out minus the peanut gallery.
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I took the metro bus for some errands I had to run yesterday. The trip out was pretty crowded. There was one young man who appeared to have a mild form of MR or Down's Syndrome. He was listening to his IPod, and having a lot of fun singing(softly) along to Pat Benatar and playing 'air guitar'.
I found myself drawn into 'dancing' in my seat, and did a (probably not
spectacular but who cares) version of "invisible keyboard."
Seeing him smile at me was worth looking a little silly.
There are times to be serious, and times not so much.
You can't spend all your time worrying about how things MIGHT be taken.

Bus gurus are my name for something that's a tad annoying: when people want to expound on some topic, personal or political, and pick the rest of the riders as their captive audience. These are monologues, usually, not
actual conversations. They want people who'll just nod their heads and agree with whatever grievance they think they have with Life, The Government, or Everything.
Or when somebody(usually a man) tries to use the bus to pick up women.
Yes, I've actually seen this a few times. It's either creepy, or so pathetically done you have to try not to laugh.
Personally, I don't want your life story at one gulp. Telling me that you just got out of prison after twelve years, and you sooo want to make new friends, and you're unemployed and don't know anyone in town?
Dude, I'm no one's sugar momma. Go away. No, I will not tell you my name or give you my phone number.

The trip to the beach this weekend was good. No frisky caterpillars.
I got very wet, and sandy, and happy. For me that's the general idea of
a beach. Someplace where I can go to just chill out and enjoy *being*.
Yes, sometimes I can do that inside my own head, but not as often as
some people seem to think...and real sand feels better.
It's another place where letting it out is more fun than being dignified.
Make a run to the surf, go 'YAAATTTA!!" and divebomb in.
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It's been a happy spring, if confusing at times.
I had a birthday last month, and decided not to go the traditional
cake-and-wrapped presents routine. I think that's sort of why I'd gone off
birthdays a little; it gets to feel a bit of a command performance at times, the sort of thing people expect you to do because "Everyone does."
I and a couple of my relatives went on a road trip to Mt. Washington.
Not all of us were up to climbing that, so we took a different approach to
reaching the summit: the Mt.Washington Cog Railway.
It was amazing. Just the most beautiful view of the Presidential Range
at the top.
Going up to Washington's summit has been one of the items on my BIG to-do
list. I may try the climb in a couple of years, if I can get into better
condition. (Though I'll advise anyone who makes the trip, by either rail or foot: seriously, wear winter clothing. I kid you not. There were patches of unmelted snow along our route, and the winds at the summit are
Of course, I took pictures. I'll try to upload some later.

The presents I DID receive were muchly appreciated, however. Still reading MacAvoy's The Third Eagle, which is wonderfully written.
*sends hugs out to She-Knows-Who*


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