Time Marches

Almost March. . . I can't believe it. One of the Denver newspapers bit the dust this week, makes me sad. Will the internet really take up the slack? Slack, hmmmm. Slacking in their responsibility to report the news could have been what killed the newspaper business. Trying to be everything to everyone is not a successful business plan.

Sleepy

I am at about stage three of exhaustion. That's when I become what I refer to as "honest." Friends and relatives have pointed out that "cruel" or "nasty" might be more appropriate. I will be making some offhand comment like, "This bitch who sits in the last row in class had the audacity to say. . ." and I catch myself. Whomever I was addressing either has assumed an expression of horror or just stopped listening.
I really need sleep. Most other deprivations do not phase me, but lack of sleep drives me crazy, or should I say crazier? But here I am at 10:30 at night finding so many ways to occupy my time.

3rd Rock

So I was watching Third Rock From the Sun. Yeh, I admit I watch way too much late night, rerun TV. Anyway, as an alien, Dick (John Lithgow) is able to spout such pearls of wisdom. What freedom with a character. And Jane Curtain's character is such a perfect foil. She was angry at Dick for his having been honest at a meeting he attended in her stead. So she says, "Since you value honesty, I'll be brutally frank." He replies, "All right. I'll be Genuine Dick." I need to watch that show more often.

On the Information Highway

I just watched a video on one of my daughters' blogs and it occurred to me that we bloggers are really street musicians. Instead of making music for passers-by, we throw down words for readers-by. We are all just hoping to find an audience who clicks, someone who understands. . .

Fine Whines

My, my, poor whiny me. I need to write more in the middle of the day. When I am alone and cold after midnight in the big hallway where the computer sits and I feel the weight of the day on my shoulders, I am often not hysterically happy. Go figure,

Pay Attention to ME

OK--I am having one of those moments when I am sad because everyone just does not see the world the way I do. I think the sadness comes from their suggesting I am too old, too Catholic, too conservative, too out of touch to really understand the world today. So far I am sad. Sometimes I want to scream. No homicidal thoughts. . .yet.

No Two Alike

Snow has always held some magical power over me. The muffling of sound, the purification of the landscape, the ceasing of mindless bustle combine to quell any and all misgivings. St. Louis is enough of a stranger to the stuff, with only sporadic storms, that life is different when the white stuff falls in quantity. Most of life fails the litmus test of importance against the crystalline accumulation. As though we realize we cannot fight Nature, we join her celebration armed with sleds and warming fires, abandoning modern conveyances in favor of boots or snow shoes. Flowing with Nature's choices feels strange but exhilarating.