Captain’s Log 5,805
I just discovered a new little deal on Facebook. You can block people from seeing what you write. I have someone who comments inappropriately on some of my posts, and that makes me upset. She doesn’t take anything I say seriously at all. So, this morning I just tapped a few buttons and she will never see another post. Unfriending this person would cause World War III, so this is a better choice. She is so narcissistic that she won’t even notice that I am not posting, but she WOULD notice if I took her off my list. It’s complicated. This one is complicated. It’s one of those online relationships you don’t even know why you have in the first place. I certainly don’t cultivate any sort of 3D relationship with this person. Ugh!
After a weekend of coming to grips with time zones, finding my routines again, and dipping back into work, I feel almost ready to leap into the fray again. We are having a St. Patrick’s Day potluck at work. I didn’t prepare a damn thing so I will stop at the store for some cupcakes with green frosting. It’s the best I can do. I am also bringing everyone a nice big bar of Dutch chocolate, so I am sure my sins will be forgiven.
The goldfinches devoured almost $20 worth of thistle seed while I was gone. They must be having babies about now because the females are eating eating eating eating. I love it. There is nothing quite like the sound of 30-40 birds so happy in the morning. It’s some every day happiness.
The roses did well while I was gone. After the severe hacking done by the gardener, they are coming back strong. Some were even long enough for a small arrangement on the dining room table.
The scent is amazing!
So life goes on. The world keeps spinning. And rumbling. There was a pretty good quake this morning in Los Angeles. I didn’t feel anything here, but I guess it was quite loud and frightening to those who live close to the epicenter. I will be in Los Angeles all next week for an automobile museum conference. Most of the folks attending are from places where earthquakes never happen. If we get one then, it will certainly be an event. The last time I attended this conference in Los Angeles, there was a bomb threat and we had to evacuate the building. It’s always something. Since we had to leave the building, some of us wandered off to the La Brea tar pits and spent the afternoon smelling black goo.
Nice and gooey. They have been excavating this site for years. They find stuff every day that keeps bubbling up. Very close to downtown Los Angeles.
Okay, I have delayed my re-entry long enough. Time to get those cupcakes and head into work.