Don’t mind me, I’ve been up since five this morning. I dug out ‘Renaisance’ to listen to while I waited for the bus, because nothing says ‘Good morning!’ like a lady screaming soprano in your ear. Someday I’ll figure out why not a single person at the Renaisance Faire seems to know ‘Can You Understand’ or ‘Carpet of the Sun’… but I digress. Most folks would write Now Playing: ‘Renaisance – Tales from 1001 Nights’ but I was listening to it some 15 hours ago, and well, now the only thing playing is a football game.
First, thanks to firephly for the guestbook entry from a long time ago. I need to check that stuff more often. Second, thanks to brendaemerson3 for the entry… My mother told me she used to have odd dreams that helped her early in adulthood and as a teenager and such, though they went away in adulthood. To an extent, a similar effect has happened on me.
I get really annoyed when folks my age refer to themselves or anyone else as ‘recovering Catholics’. I am not a good Catholic, and I don’t dead-on-balls agree with everything verbatim as taught in C.C.D., but culturally, because of how I grew up, I am a Catholic. Nothing can change that, no matter how many times I roll on a prophylactic.
The reason I say that is because I’ve met way too many people who say they used to believe in Jesus but they’re pagans now. From their words and actions, it shows, that the word that best describes such people is ‘Christian’.
My apologies to any that are confused.
Thank you all for your comments.
I’ve no idea if the events are related, except that I told of them both to explain why everybody was scared of wrapped ceramic work.
WHAT YOU CAN LEARN OUTSIDE
One of the really neat things about the snow outside is that you can walk around and see all the footprints out there…. in my neighborhood, that’s a blessing because if some freak was trying to break in my house, I’d know it instantly! Hasn’t happened yet, nice to know my neighbors are smarter than that…
In the flurries before work I saw some medium sized dogprints that led out the back door, through the yard, and back to the door again… that’s our cocker spaniel. There was a small set of tracks that were paired close together, one pair tiny, and the other really long… a rabbit went through our yard recently. By the garage there was a set of small prints that run in a straight line by the garage door, and turn the corner around the other side… a stray cat strolled down our alley, perhaps looking for food, but otherwise, left to its own devices, not under chase.
You can learn a lot from people’s footprints, and an old friend of mine was a master at it. He learned from one of the best himself, and I regret pretty much all my skills are gone, but the best way to learn how to track is in fresh snow on a calm day.
This is the part where most of you would put ‘Currently reading: The Tracker by Tom Brown’ but I’m not going to, because I’m not reading it. I read it ten years ago. I still recommend it, though, because not only does it explain the art of tracking, it explains a lot about the part of the world I grew up in and the sort of environment I grew up around. My home is a very unique place.
See you next time.