* I didn’t take any new garden photos today. There wasn’t anything new blooming and the business of developing them on a color-blind monitor is starting to get on my nerves a little.
* Why, Hillary, why? No one’s sorrier than I that you weren’t able to go the distance against Barack, but I’m making my peace with it. So why must you continue to torment me with daily emails? Don’t make me Spam you.
* Forty years ago, the three year old Me was preparing to become a big brother. Happy Birthday, Suz!!
* As a writer, I ought to know better, but I can’t help feeling a little betrayed when a word like “always” changes its meaning from something soft and comforting like a feather bed to something that sounds rather more like a prickly prison sentence.
* This afternoon, while casting some worries onto the out-going tide, I spotted a great blue heron in the marsh along Rock Creek. Of course I thought of my friend who sees such occasions as omens of uncertain meaning and couldn’t help smiling.
I don’t know what to make of it exactly, from an omens-standpoint, except it was probably a sure sign that the fishing was good following the recent high tide. However, since the ancient Egyptians used a drawing of a heron as the base for their depiction of the Phoenix, I’m going to go ahead and assume this means bright things for the Future.
That’s an excerpt from something called the Serenity Prayer, which many of you may already be familiar with. It’s a handy thing to have in your knapsack, I’ve found, even if the origin of it is somewhat in question.