Out like a lamb

Okay, item number one: this dorky list of moods AOL allows me to put at the top of a journal entry. Unless I want to be mischievous, loopy, flirtatious, or chillin', my choices are rather limited. What happened to just plain tired, and why can I not choose my own mood? Why do I have the feeling that list was created by someone younger than my daughter? And, hey...I just realized what the 'AOL Bots' item is on my buddy list. No need to access this thing to write an entry, I can IM my journal, instead. How terribly convenient.

Again this evening I found myself being followed by a cat, only this time it was my own brainless knuckle head animal. I decided to walk to the local QD (we old people need our exercise) for some milk and buns. I was in the mood for hotdogs. About half way down the block I happened to glance behind me, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but Tommy Tomato trotting briskly about 20 feet to my rear. I had not yet fed him and his buddies, and I guess he decided to keep an eye on me until I showed with his dinner. An educational experience for Tommy! As I passed the Chinese take-out place, I noticed a guy walking his dog. About a half block further down the street, all hell broke loose. Happily Tommy noticed the dog quickly enough that by the time they had crossed the street, he had done what cats do and taken refuge in a tree. I walked back to investigate. The dog owner was allowing his animal a bit of fun. He looked at me, kind of laughed and shook his head and said "That cat ain't gonna come down until he feels way safe." I agreed with him, turned around and continued my walk to the store. Got my evening supper supplies, said hello to Terri, who happened to be working this evening, and headed home. Sure enough, the dog was gone and my cat was sitting tight, right where I left him. As he was about 12 feet up, he had to extract himself, which he managed to do. I will bet next time I get to walk to the store by myself. Or, perhaps I will just feed him first, and save him the anxiety.

I have finished my herb tea, and I guess it is time to head on up the stairs. I am going to need to face tomorrow well rested and ready to tackle algebra, as if I do not get my tail into gear I am going to be launched from this class. Chances are I will be spendingseveral hours in the math lab at LCC. My idea of a perfect day, no doubt. Hopefully I will finish in time to attend my evening meeting at ACE.

24 hours later

In again after that finest of all things, the morning stroll. Have not even removed my hat and jacket, yet. The world is so nice and quiet at this hour! And again, the snow. This time even attempting to stick, though I would wager it will be gone when I awaken.

I did have the motorcycle out for a bit, today, just long enough for a ride to the post office and across town. Oddly enough I was the only bike I saw on the road. Evidently other cyclists do not feel the hunger that gnaws at me. Or, perhaps, just too intelligent to go riding in 40 degree weather. Ah, well, warmer days are on the way...I can feel it.

And now, I realize a potential problem with my fledgling journal. This is officially an 'AOL' journal. So, what happens to all my fine thoughts if I decide to dump AOL, as I often consider doing. AOL considers their value to be much higher than do I, especially since the recent two dollar increase. Frankly, I think this server is a pain, and I am still using AOL mainly because I am too lazy to change. However, that laziness may not last forever, and then what? This journal made inaccessible, or maybe just wiped out? Egads! Perhaps I need to investigate other blogs that are not associated with wonderful AOL. Something to do another day, as now it is again time to head on upstairs. Saturday is here, and I do not have the boys with me this weekend, so, it is time to see if I can get a few things done outside. If it is not snowing, that is.

Gotta start somewhere...

Friday, March 24, 2006, at 3:05 in the morning. Just in from a 30 minute stroll around the neighborhood, watching the snow fall and taking in the night life. I found myself being followed by a curious kitten, and thought for a bit I might add another member to the growing crowd that visits my porch looking for handouts. However, this kitty had other appointments to keep, or perhaps just grew tired of stalking me. I really should be in bed, and instead here I sit tap-tap-tapping away at the urging of another blogger. Not that I needed much motivation, as I have had the idea for years that a diary of some sort would be a good idea. I must keep reminding myself that this entry is limited to 25,000 characters. My goodness, how can I possibly operate within that constraint?

It is a nice morning for a walk, and although with the snow coming down it does not feel terribly spring-like, much of this season just past did not feel very winter-like. Nevertheless, I hunger for sunshine and warmth and green grass. I want to go outside wearing a t-shirt, and do yard work. Hear the buzz of lawn mowers. I want to ride my bicycles and motorcycles and not have people think I am out of my mind for so doing. The plants do seem to be aware of the vernal equinox, as I have crocuses coming up in the yard, and a maple next to the house has sap flowing so heavily it was dripping out of a broken branch. I collected some and had a drink of maple sap today, something I have not done in years. 

Okay, it is time to head on upstairs and crawl under the covers. A peek out the window has revealed that the snow has let up. Perhaps I will roll the motorcycle out today. We shall see!