Chasing Rocks

A lot to think about today but not a lot to say.

Walked through the Lowe Mill outdoor festival this morning and listened to a few minutes of live staged music while looking at the works for sale by local artists.

Drove home, turned on the water sprinkler for the birds hanging out in the yard, this drought seasonal and selectively effective.

Watched a few minutes of NFL football on TV.

Surfed the Net for showtimes for the movie "Red."

A house full of unread books and not a thing to read.

How often do I get to admit to myself that I like to contemplate, compose sentences, and read my own writing, which often discusses the actions of other members of my species?

What if it's not the candidates but the offices themselves I don't want to vote for, thinking we have too many political positions? Should there be a checkbox that states, "I think this position should be eliminated"?

Is a crippled body the only way some people become rich (professional athletes, personal injury lawyers, cosmetic surgeons, office workers, etc.)?

If I have nothing new to say, why do I keep pretending that I'm original/unique?

Ergo: The more my cat gets to know me, the more it likes other people.

Maybe my momma was right - guess I think too much for my own good.

It's the Martian year of NASA space exploration. How are the other space agencies teaming up to complement and build on their work?

Time for a nap. I'm tired of thinking and thinking about thinking this afternoon.

Turn off the water sprinkler first, huh? Reserve water for us people, too!