Mysterious forces?
Sometimes there seem to be strange forces at work around us…
Some of the broad categories of books I have found on my bookshelf:
Art
Beauty
Cultural Studies
Financial Management
Health/Fitness
Humour
Languages (French, Spanish, Italian, Sign Language
Music (Theory, Ear Training, Music Appreciation, Composition)
Philiosophy
Photography
Psychology
Relationships
Self-Improvement (Career, Time Management)
Management (Strategic Planning, Marketing)
Technology
Writing/Literature
How am I supposed to choose?? In going through my books in the effort to catalogue them (see Treasure-Trove), I have reminded myself of my procastinatory side…
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3
4…
I have embarked on a mini-project at home (I have to keep busy somehow, no?) to catalogue all the books in my room. I know, I know, idleness, but it has served some other purpose…
I was at Lime Cay yesterday and saw this guy, a white guy with some nasty-looking (i.e. thick and clumpy) short locks demonstrating some very acrobatic moves, flips and somersaults…
After the years of silence,
A whisper begins.
Strains of the past tease my mind.
A face long lost to the dark
Reappears in a flash.
A hopeful wish, a question,
A sudden reply…
A cloudy haze in my mind,
Memories seem out of reach.
Days gone too quick to grasp,
Is it already the end of the week?
I struggle to access the past.
How could it be Friday so soon…
Making new friends
A glimmer of hope
A night sky packed with stars
Brownie batter
A time to reflect
Clean, powdered babies
Finding a long-lost something
Flaky croissants
Updating your wish list
A wagging tail
No line at the store
A hot shower after a workout
An extra hour of sleep
I had a conversation last night (well, technically this morning) with an old friend that I rediscovered. One of his observations was that I seemed more in tune…