ok, really just the one reader. but THANKS for the e-mail, secret reader, that was a great start to my day!
maybe my secret reader will come to my show and bring 499 friends and relatives.
i know i don’t have 499 friends and relatives.
i have plenty of acquaintances. i know lots of people. but real friends are so much harder to come by.
last night there was a deer in the road as i crossed over a little bridge. it was smack dab in the middle of the road in the middle of the bridge, and i slowed down and it looked at me and seemed very bewildered. it finally started to sort of shuffle down the road, not bolting fast like deer usually do. it went straight down the middle line, and it was going so slowly that i wondered if it’d been injured. finally it jumped over the railing and headed into the trees. poor deer.
in the winter, i wonder what deer do all day. i wonder what they do the rest of the year, but it’s so cold and snowy in winter (well, most winters anyway, unlike this winter which is going to be WARM all the way through), i wonder where they go. do they have any shelter? do they lie down in the snow and shiver? i’m glad i’m not a deer.
whew, so that’s one thing, at least, that i’m thankful for.
giving thanks, it’s almost that time of year, time to give thanks.
tonight was the first night i didn’t have an Official Activity of some sort, since last Wednesday night. I can’t even remember last wednesday night, what i might have been doing. but i had many things planned for tonight, including homework and writing my show. instead, i spent a lot of time loafing around. I watched “my name is earl” (8:00 central time on ABC, i think), and it was pretty funny although i haven’t been watching it regularly. and then i ate some miniature peanut butter cups because they were there. and i talked on the phone to my friend thad. and i didn’t do anything, except i realized i was having a really hard time trying to just relax and goof off. clearly, CLEARLY, i need to do it more, in order to be better at it, instead of feeling antsy and guilty.
i finally started writing my show a little bit, and then i got into it and it was fun, and i spent at least about an hour and a half doing it and time of course started speeding up considerably and suddenly it’s late.
i had two different things to say about animals tonight, but the minute i got out of my car when i got home, one of them escaped me. one was about the deer, but what was the other one? no animals come to mind. a story about a cat? a dog? a rabbit? a cow? a chicken? i don’t recall encountering any chickens today. but my memory is so bad, maybe i did run into one at some point.
hedgehog? chipmunk? giraffe?
my parents went to the st. louis zoo the other day. i’d kind of like to go to the zoo, but i also kind of feel bad for the animals, because sometimes it feels like animal prison.
an alligator? a bat?
can’t remember.
losing memory. thad, and other friends, keep talking about how OLD we’re getting. i wish they’d all shut up about it. i can’t be getting OLD, because i haven’t done enough living to even begin to think about being old.
not getting OLDER, getting BETTER.
by the time i’m 98 or so, i’ll be perfect.
almost perfect. maybe when i hit 100.
kate wants everyone to know that she is NOT LAME IN ANY WAY AT ALL. she’s not. except for the lame non-excuse for not going to my show. i’d go see HER show, if she was doing one.
i’m going to sleep with the window open tonight. could life get much better? i think not.
ok, yeah, i know it could be way better, but it could also be WAY worse. so i’m ok with the betternes of sleeping with the window open in november.
ok ok ok,
grace on not such a bad tuesday night.