mean here I sit at the laptop, because typing does not hurt. So reading this:
Book Titles Taken From Literature, and this quote seems to sum up how I’ve been feeling for a while now. Depressed, disgusted, losing hope for humanity, mind boggled at the amount of gross stupidity that seems to be running rampant in my country. Here it is:
Matthew Arnold’s 1867 poem Dover Beach.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Picture I found with another quote:
It occurs to me that I should have called kitty Janet instead of Gertrude, because I keep finding myself saying. ‘Dammit, Janet’, whenever she is being El Destructo, which is pretty much every second she is not actually sleeping.
She’s also a pretty good humidity indicator, judging by the fact that she had a blue feather from her toy stuck to her this morning. I kept trying to get it off, and it would just glom on to another spot, like she was a magnet. So we now have simmering water on the stove. See, cats are good things.
Check out my Christmas cactus. It was given to me by my Traci (a former homemaker) years ago, and was in a small pot for a long time. Finally repotted it into this, and it took off. Several weeks ago, Miss G broke off a piece, which I stuck in a pot of spider plant. It took, and they both have just gone crazy with blooming. Not complaining, mind you. Having pretty flowers on my window sill is a very good thing. And Gertrude does not try to eat them. She is not a plant-eater, thank goodness. Old Gertrude definitely was, and completely killed off a massive spider-plant I had by just continuously eating it down to the nub. It finally just quit trying. Poor baby.
First Gertrude. I miss her a lot. She was such a good companion.
It’s very cold out. Winter is on the way. Snow, I hope. I like snow. Later, dear readers. Have a lovely day/night/whatever it is wherever you are.