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Longing - Wordnet
Most of us have longings. My list is long, mostly involves people who have passed over the River Styx, and the yearnings that do concern the living have no realistic hope of fulfillment. All are things that I cannot will to change. The letting go is a difficult path. One must get on with the business of living. Oh Data, Star Trek Android, how I envy you! Yesterday I managed to bake a loaf of bread and prepare granola. Temperatures pleasantly hovered around 20 degrees centigrade, allowing for comfortable cooking in the kitchen. I am at it again today, the bread just came out of the oven and the granola is waiting on carrying the 25-Kg bag of oats up the stairs from the ground floor. This morning I took the opportunity to pay several bills, which were coming due, and to finish off some banking issues that had been waiting for my attention. I am mightily weary of the simulated voices that are being passed off as agents of friendly customer service. Chuck the software, hire humans, pay humans well, and maintain a happy customer base, which is my advice to corporate Canada. I doubt corporate decision makers are reading my journal. So far the day has been uneventful. Well, not completely uneventful, as Mist had a very exciting and satisfying morning, as far as cat mornings go. At 5 A.M. she came to our bedroom yowling loudly. Mist always shows and tells when she kills a mouse. “I guess you had better turn on the light,” Attila said as he flipped off the covers and prepared to put his feet down on the floor. The lights went on and just as expected Mist sat proudly in the doorway, her bounty displayed before her, in all its bloody glory, on the carpet. Attila, bless his soul, disposed of the body and cleaned the blood off the carpet. After all was said and done, Attila was asleep again almost before his head hit the pillow. I watched the dawn seep into the room, wondering just how that little critter got past all our defenses. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Wheelbarrow by the Woodshed Quote Longing is a compass that guides us through life. We may never get what we really want, that's true, but every step along the way will be determined by it. Joan Chittister Weather Light Rain Temperature 18°C Press 101.3 kPa Visibility 15 km Humidity 73 % Dewpoint 13°C Wind NW 13 km/h |
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