Forgottens

The shopping is done! No doubt I’ve forgotten something and will make a side trip sometime this weekend Maybe I can talk Bob into a movie and we can pick up the forgottens then. Forgottens.  New word?  I like it. It’s probably something critical, like toilet paper.

What would you take if stranded on an island? It would be a toss-up between my Kindle and a boat-load of toilet paper. Now that’s a dilemma. Please don’t make me pick. I don’t have the strength.

I got my hair cut today. It’s been over two months. I was in a shaggy state. Not pretty. But it’s all better now. This should last a couple more hours. Why can I never do my hair as the hair stylist does? The next morning it just looks like, well,  me. That’s one of the great mysteries. I must ponder this mystery, search for an epiphany.

If I don’t take a nap. That’s a big IF.  You know that state of drowsy. You go for coffee. You walk around your desk. You go outside. Still feel the drowsy creeping up on you. You know you want to lose consciousness. Your limbs feel heavy. Your fingers keep hitting the wrong keys. The cursor slides into the wrong paragraph. Nothing makes sense.

Zach planted a fall garden with turnips and greens and bush beans. So far the turnips and greens are doing quite well. So are the volunteered plants from the compost. It’s funny how that works. He brought in four bell peppers last night. I thought those were long gone. They didn’t produce over the summer. The heat was extreme for a few weeks. Seems they decided to bear fruit for fall. Perhaps I should try planting later in the year next time. I’ve said before that the seasons seem to be shifting. Hmmmm.

It is a perfect day again, sunny and breezy. Not too hot. Perfect day to do the weekly chores. Perfect day to walk in the woods. Perfect day to tell family and friends how much you love them. That would make every day a perfect day. It wouldn’t be so difficult to make all our days perfect.

We forget. We are weary and worn. We work too hard, too many hours. We forget to play and appreciate the play. We are bombarded with the spin and spit that tells us to hate this or that, to show no tolerance.

Could we take a stand to change one thing, each pledge to change the world?

Today’s Pledge:  I will speak kindly to my Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Jewish, Wiccan, Gay, Black, White neighbor. Today I will not hold my beliefs to be inviolable and I will respect my neighbor’s right to his beliefs, as I have the right to mine. Today I will learn his name, ask his dreams.  I will approach him as friend. I will hold his rights as dear as my own.  I will strive to understand, to support, encourage. I will not impose. I will strive for tolerance, if not understanding.

Would that work?

One person at a time could change. Isn’t that possible?

I think it is time for that nap.  At the least it’s time for another coffee.

P.S. I’m really looking forward to posting the first of my craft tutorials and project photos. I had planned for this to be my kick-off week. I’m a little behind, so if you don’t find one tomorrow, look for it next Tuesday! I’m having so much fun!