I finally caught the cold that mom had and is now mine. I caught it with my head and not my hands like all ball players should. I did without any medicine until a day ago when mom suggested I take a couple of Tylenol for the hard headache. It worked and I slept a little better (I did not sleep the night before). She wanted to roll me to the doctors office but I declined. It has now moved down to my lungs where it not having much luck there as my body moves it out.
Mentally I am fine but with sniffles.
Our old bird feeder is plastic and it has a solid crack in it and it's life is just weeks from just opening up and spilling all the seeds. So we bought a new feeder and the birds will not go to it. I brought it in and thoroughly cleaned it and still the bird do not trust it I will make an adjustment on it this morning (I think they see the perches as snakes (they curve)). Then again the design is a dud.
Each one of us always finds something useful in other people thoughts so I looked up the word idealist to see what others thought of the word and some of their thoughts I agreed with until they started defining too much or encompassing things that should be left alone. So I departed in thinking that I have a little idealism in me but not to the point of categorizing the neighborhood of ideals.
Every time I think I found an idea that I can place my being into I realize that I am who I am and cannot be categorized. Most think I am liberal but how can that be when I agree that some folks should be put out of their misery when the crime dictates a punishment of death. I think sometimes burial is good for the soil and plant life there. I sometimes am harsh in thought and I do scold and prickle my feathers at times.
I hope that the thoughts of the people in Egypt revolve enough to accept a change and agree to that change. I realize that some folks see the opening as bread to feed the sore but I think good thought can resolve that.
Mentally I am fine but with sniffles.
Our old bird feeder is plastic and it has a solid crack in it and it's life is just weeks from just opening up and spilling all the seeds. So we bought a new feeder and the birds will not go to it. I brought it in and thoroughly cleaned it and still the bird do not trust it I will make an adjustment on it this morning (I think they see the perches as snakes (they curve)). Then again the design is a dud.
Each one of us always finds something useful in other people thoughts so I looked up the word idealist to see what others thought of the word and some of their thoughts I agreed with until they started defining too much or encompassing things that should be left alone. So I departed in thinking that I have a little idealism in me but not to the point of categorizing the neighborhood of ideals.
Every time I think I found an idea that I can place my being into I realize that I am who I am and cannot be categorized. Most think I am liberal but how can that be when I agree that some folks should be put out of their misery when the crime dictates a punishment of death. I think sometimes burial is good for the soil and plant life there. I sometimes am harsh in thought and I do scold and prickle my feathers at times.
I hope that the thoughts of the people in Egypt revolve enough to accept a change and agree to that change. I realize that some folks see the opening as bread to feed the sore but I think good thought can resolve that.
Fitting people into categories is not something that can be done easily. I don't know why they even try to categorize people by separating them into little box titles, like liberals or conservatives. No one person is completely one way or the other and that's what makes each of us INDIVIDUALS.
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