Saturday, April 12, 2014
Yesterday we saw flowers that looked just like these popping out of the ground all along the paths at our favorite park. While most people are posting pictures of crocus, daffodils, cherry blossoms etc., here in Halifax these mysterious things that look a bit like dandelions are the first wildflowers of spring. They may be catsear but I'm not sure. If you happen to know what they are please let me know. Eventually we'll see all the rest - usually over the course of two weeks just before summer hits.
Lately I've been back to bead weaving bracelets. Why, I don't know - perhaps because doing something that's both complex and mechanical is soothing while the rain falls. Now if I could just figure out a way to take consistently decent pictures of them I could show you more. Then again, maybe this is enough:
Meanwhile, I found myself reading some quotes fit for any season by George Carlin. I have, however, left out the rude ones:
Swimming is not a sport. Swimming is a way to keep from drowning. That’s just common sense!
If the Cincinnati Reds were really the first major league baseball team, who did they play?
Honesty may be the best policy, but it’s important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.
Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?
If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.”
The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.
I put a dollar in a change machine. Nothing changed.
Here’s a bumper sticker I’d like to see: “We are the proud parents of a child who’s self-esteem is sufficient that he doesn’t need us promoting his minor scholastic achievements on the back of our car.”
I love and treasure individuals as I meet them; I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.
One great thing about getting old is that you can get out of all sorts of social obligations just by saying you’re too tired.
Nobody “owns” anything. When you die, it all stays here.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.