One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person. -William Feather, author, editor and publisher (1889-1981)
Hope
It’s what I cling to. If I am told something, I expect something to happen. If I am to be called, I am called. If I help a friend, I expect help when necessary in return.
hope (hōp) 
v., hoped, hop·ing, hopes.
v.intr.
- To wish for something with expectation of its fulfillment.
- Archaic. To have confidence; trust.
v.tr.
- To look forward to with confidence or expectation: We hope that our children will be successful.
- To expect and desire. See synonyms at expect.
n.
- A wish or desire accompanied by confident expectation of its fulfillment.
- Something that is hoped for or desired: Success is our hope.
- One that is a source of or reason for hope: the team’s only hope for victory.
- often Hope Christianity. The theological virtue defined as the desire and search for a future good, difficult but not impossible to attain with God’s help.
- Archaic. Trust; confidence.
idiom:hope against hope
- To hope with little reason or justification.
[Middle English hopen, from Old English hopian.]
Quote
By words the mind is winged.
-Aristophanes, dramatist (c. 448-385 BCE)
Pointless Dribble?
When life comes up and slaps you across the face is what I love about it.
One event, one minute, one day: they put a different spin on how life is.
I am loyal. I have always been, I will always be. I want to be there for someone 24-7. I want to be at the beckoned call. This is why I have two cats… But in the same breath, I don’t think I’ll have kids.
I want to maintain some form of independence while being depended upon.
I feel this is more common as the days wear on and I observe other people in my life. There is a meeting of minds yet there is still the world of unknown concerning the other person.
Understanding appears to be key and I hold it. I appreciate my understanding for people and also like to push the envelope. I feel I am a whole bunch of fun, but I am able to read people. I love this about myself.
I understand, appreciate, and provoke – me in a nutshell.
Friday, Oh Sweet Friday…
Profits, like sausages… are esteemed most by those who know least about what goes into them. -Alvin Toffler, futurist and author (1928- )
This quote makes me think firstly about Accounting – hey, it’s all about profits; secondly, I have never eaten a sausage. No sexual jokes necessary. Of course I mean food.
It’s always the end result we seek. The profit is the end result of a fiscal period stating/presenting the ability of an entity to perform successfully. This of course is the something we also see when we buy food if it’s processed in some way. We don’t care what’s been done to present this food as long as we can have it.
This just sits funny with me. The result, the end product, we want to see the end result when ultimately death is the only result of this life. Regardless of the number of sausages, the amount of profits we reap the benefits of, we will die.
Whether this is a morbid blog or simply a general observation brought on by my daily email from Wordsmith
is left for you to guess. I know I’m betting on the latter.
11:11 on 2/22
With the advent of the new movie by Jim Carey: 23, I think more about how numbers rule my life.
The first piece of pizza on Pizza Day would go to the person whom chose the correct number. I would guess this number and give it to Susan. She won the two times I gave it to her. I next tried it with myself, no go.
I also enjoy dealing with numbers on a daily basis. I notice the shape, the form, the Chinese Numerology and will study more. My life is followed by 1,3,6,8,9. These number are a part of many aspects…
I think of my work. Feng Shui surrounds my workspace. I do my best to maintain it however feel it’s very negative and am uncertain how to change it. hummm
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water. -Christopher Morley, writer
(1890-1957)
Changes
I have ranted and raved about changes at so many times in my life, I don’t think I can count it in my lifetime.
I am thinking of how to rearrange my bedroom. This feels necessary. I feel something is amiss when my things are displayed so poorly and without a form of order.
Is this my wannabe A-Type Personality trying to grab hold of my real personality??
My current personality is surrounded around leisure and relaxing so much things become askew.
Can a change in my bedroom really change my situation? What is my situation? I’m wanting to make the bedroom even more relaxing and easy to maintain. Order breeds ease…. Or so it seems..
The calm…
Snow drifts idly to the surface of the Earth. Some flakes are destined to disappear quickly as they reach warm surfaces. Some blanket already existing cold and maintain their visual existence for longer.
Metaphorically speaking, is this relative to human life on the planet? We “happen” to be here and eventually we die and return to this Earth…
Does this require measurable thought: yes. Is it something I’ve considered before? What about you? Ultimately though, does this rubbish really matter?
If it’s as simple as black, white, and sometimes grey, why does a thought like this matter? This is not organic. The computer is what’s implied. These parts do not biodegrade into the Earth. They must be recycled or simply put onto the Earth and hopefully become landfill.
Ah, my simple brain is overactive. Perhaps a little Doctor Who will bring my head back to reality. Probably not though 
I just finished the last episode leaving me wanting more. I love wanting more. It’s even better when more is obtained.
Sunday Afternoon
Yes, it’s Sunday afternoon. How do you politely tell friends of your roommate to go home when you’re roommate has left for the day?
When fustration sets in after there isn’t enough hot water left for a shower longer than three minutes? I didn’t even get to condition my hair and barely got all my important parts clean… My feel are not washed 
I am now chilled and my feet are freezing… Ah, to bitch on a cloudy Sunday afternoon. I’m tired and cranky – so I guess I’ll quit whining
Table
For it’s plain cascades before my eyes,
The vastness of the oak like fields,
These green-grey puppies filled my brain with ideas of how to approach it:
“Is it like space?” I wondered as the mental nature of this exercise.
“What do I do?” the next one comes…
“Eat, dress, or play?”
The table gives the aura of “enjoy.”
“Okay,” I retort.
Adrienne DeYoung
February 17, 2006
Is that a good poem about a table Don?
