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Moon Phase = full | Weather =Rainy, cool and grey
Fall's temporarily here! | Current reading = A Dresser of Sycamore Trees - Garrett Keizer
Book - Whoopi Goldberg
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Quote: "We're trapped on a barren planet and you're stuck with the only indian in the universe who can't start a fire by rubbing two sticks together!"
- Chakotay, Star Trek Voyager
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October 7, 1998
I imagine that this entry won't be startling or anything...I don't feel any big dissertations in me tonight.
I find myself struggling with this journal now - I got my first compliments on it and now, I find that I put pressure on my self to be dazzling; to be great...in other words, everything that I'm not.
It was very easy to write before I got these comments. Don't get me wrong, I love getting them. This journal is turning out to be like my art (which is another thing I have to work on) - it is literally exposing my soul for every - and any - one to see. I've caught myself several times censoring what I wrote because I now know that this journal is being read.
I can't continue to do that though. I set this journal up with the full intention of someone somewhere reading it. Censorship is not in the plan. As I say on the opening screen, it's to heal some wounds and to satisfy the exhibitionist in me. I'm not going to change how I write. I'm just going to have to get over myself and continue on with the show. It's kind of like being a dancing in front of a two - way mirror. While the mirror is intact, all I can see is myself and I am o.k. with that. Scratch some of the silver away and let me see what and who is behind that glass...and my entire perspective changes. I'm no longer alone. Oh well, here's to cheap thrills and on we go with my life.
Had an interesting moment a little bit ago - I opened the door to let Lilith out and she shot out the door, across the porch and down the steps. Turns out, she was defending the house (or perhaps the stash of dry cat food? She is Lilith Hollowtail, after all) from a big, bad....opossum. That opossum was so startled by this grey and black streak coming at it, it didn't know what to do except stand there for a few moments. She didn't attack it - in fact, she never got farther than the second step. I think she just likes scaring the bejesus out of all the opossum that visit.
Ah -flora note: I bought another pothos plant a few days ago and forgot to mention it. This pothos is labeled as bing a 'marbled' pothos - I thought they all marbled, depending on what the light conditions are. The more light, the more marbled they get. I suppose we'll see how this one acts...I lost the pothos that T.H. gave me - it's sad, really, that ivy was well over 5 feet long. Oh well, in a way I suppose it's a blessing. It was one of the last links I had to him. Still, I wish that it didn't die.
The soapwort, mystery plant and golden marguerite have indeed decided to live in their new spot and are flourishing. Next year, they should be spectacular! The lemon verbena; melissa, rosemary, yarrow, sage, rue, southernwood and patchouli survived the dry spell despite my water amnesia. The peppermint is iffy and the spearmint; pennyroyal, sorrel, pytherum and burnet sadly didn't survive.
Well, that's it for tonight. Goodnight Sweetie...and good show. lol.
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