Gratitude

I woke this morning to the fog drifting in across the bay. Quiet, gray and soft against my skin.
The fog horn announces the obvious.

I can see, just barely, the lettuce growing in the soft, cool soil. I feel like those tender leaves drinking in the delicate, moisture laced air. I feel grateful for the respite and relief from the constant pounding of the southern sun. The fog invigorates me in a soothing way...oxymoronic as it sounds.

The only thing missing is Stimpy. He would be so pleased with his world shrouded in fog, making his daily rounds of cat-patrol a more stealth adventure. I am grateful for the image of him in my mind,slowly making his way through the bushes, dew coating his fur and making him look like he is covered in glitter.

This silly cat always brought a smile to my face.

Bad choices when we are young.....

I have had a relationship with a bird for over 3 decades.
This erstwhile relationship developed out of a need for a pet but a mother who would not let me have a cat. So we compromised.

I got a bird.

I clearly still feel dubious about it.

Facebook

Too many social sites.
Not enough time.

I have succumbed to the horror of adding yet another way to find me on the web.
Am I becoming part of the Borg?
Will my life become transparent to all across the globe.
Do I have anything to hide?
Does it really matter what i think?
Feel?
Do?

I have mentioned lately that my major intention is to become so accessible via the internet that anyone could find me to purchase some art of order some jewelry. I guess this is the price one pays to manifest this goal.

It still feels creepy.