What a fabulous day.  Worked, came home, visited with my family.  I even got to see my cat!

Now I'll go start Wife 22 by Melanie Gideon.  I think that it will be enjoyable.

Read and enjoyed much, Brain on Fire by Susannah Cahalan.  What a fortunate course of events for her psychiatric episode.  I forget sometimes just how foreign these issues can be, yet how familiar.  Will pray for relief and healing for all of those folks struck with indecipherable lunacy.  I find that just reading more books and keeping a blog help with the brain health.

May the New Year be filled with good tidings.

Oh yeah, read a good portion of Against Depression by Peter D. Kramer, and am still consumed with thoughts of how to defeat depression in my own life.  I think the being happy has a lot to do with it.  So now I'll go read and wait for my best friend to return.

Day 4 of Christmas.

Mother Teresa is certianly an inspiration.  I wonder how her life might have improved with an antidepressant medicine.  That she managed to overcome the melancholia in her own and through churchly obedience is nothing short of amazing.

I finished the other book, too, and did enjoy.  Now what to read?  In the meantime, still plodding through Future Shock, mainly noting what innovation has actually come to fruition since this book's publication, though also noting what hasn't quite come through yet. 

Will read a short volume about obsessive compulsive disorder as well, but wow!  Good fiction!  Stat!

Will most likely discontinue this blog soon.  Like anybody reads this nonsense anyway.  Am currently feeling as if I don't want to participate really in the internet that everybody loves.  I just want to be able to look stuff up, and maybe see how my friends are doing, if all goes well.  That's good enough for me.

So I'm still reading the two books that I mentioned previously, but the end is in sight.
The Book of Madness and Cures is kind of a geekfest, but one that I enjoy.  Pretty much I'm going to say that I enjoy everyrthing, just to stay positive.  So what else is there to enjoy in life, but everything, every moment of every day.

I'm so thankful of my friends and family, and especially of the holidays that we have been sharing.  Frequently I wish that I could be more, but I think that I'm good enough for all of this nonsense of living.  I'm glad I've finally figured out that it is what it is and that's all that it is.

So Mother Teresa had a fire within her for souls, and perhaps that's what I should orient myself by.  Hoping for the salvation of many, and operating the means to facilitate that.  Thankfully I have come to know that God is good, and that he loves us so much, even though sometimes we forget that.  I feel as if perhaps my purpose is to remind folks of that.

Blogging is not really my favorite activity, but I'll keep with it.  Probably my life is so boring that no one will even care and that makes me thankful. 

Watched The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and sure did enjoy.  I love old folks, and am thankful for the pursuit of happiness well into old age.  I'm increasingly old, and am thankful for it. :)  What a blessing!

Happy holidays!

Haven't been reading as much lately, as kind of got bogged down with holiday activities.

Am starting The Book of Madness and Cures by Regina O'Melveny, tonight.  I think that it will be good.  What could be better, or more up my alley, than madness and cures?  Maybe this book will have the answer for me.

Have been impressed by Mother Teresa's obedience, and adherence to church protocol, in the pursuit of her life's calling.  What an inspiration.

I can't decide if keeping up with this blog is fun or what.  I do often feel the need to write about what I'm reading, because it is so motivational to do so.  Plus the activity makes me feel as if I'm really working, when actually I am not.  Maybe one of these days i will have all the answers, at which point I'll make sure to post it on this blog.

The answers that I seek most likely involve extensive cleaning efforts, and lots of hard work.  So let me begin!

Pure was pretty good, thought provoking as one considers the apocalypse.  What was alarming was the concept that, in the case of "detonations,"  one might become fused with the immediate environment.  It was also alarming when the idea is promoted that such a horrible act might be enacted on purpose, in an act of purification.  I hope that politicians read this book and say, like, omg.

The Gen X book has been fun to read, as I relived the music of my college years.  I'm not quite finished, but that's okay, because I mean well, right?  It astounds me that I dropped out of college, when I had such a good thing going, but I couldn't keep pace with the drinking, heartbreaking, etc.  Oh well.  I did go to another school and got degrees, but the one would have been so sweet!

Also reading Mother Teresa's biography called, "Come, be my light."  This is serving to be very interesting and inspiring, and I cannot wait to devote my time to it fully.  I'm interested in her bouts of depression, and mainly how it is that she coped, magnificently, like a saint.  This helps me to come to terms with my own terrible depression, except that I don't think that I've handled it as well, obviously.

Thankfully this silly blog is inspiring me to read books, because what could be better anyway.  Not sure what I'll read next.  I think now it's time to enjoy the holidays.  I'm somewhat annoyed that I can't really seem to figure out the pictures (that would make this somewhat cool), but since I don't really care too much, it's all alright. 

Happy thanksgiving!

Well, now I'm reading 2 books again.  They are: X Saves the World by Jeff Gordinier and Pure by Julianna Baggott.  It's a nice combination as I consider my usual trains of thought: the future and the past, all in terms of the happy present moment.  Really, to keep this current moment happy seems to be my primary occupation, and I hope that this is acceptable.

So the musings about Generation X are fun to read, with lots of good musical memories, except the annoying parts.  I found this book at the dollar store, one of my favorite shopping venues, because of the selection of unusual books.  I really love not the bestsellers because of the great price at the dollar store, and the not always quite belonging.

The specualtive fiction of Pure is of course thought provoking in the worrisome sense, but the story is entertaining thus far.  Let's see, I've read 54 of 431 pages.  I got this book from the public library, which also has good prices, especially if you turn stuff in on time.  I asked another lady if she had liked the book, and she said that it was all right, but obviously not her favorite.  Probably because it is somewhat gloomy.

But wow!  I can't wait until I get my act together and bind up my creative notebook in a better format than this exercise of futility, especially when I get my housecleaning done.  Happy Thanksgiving!  Pretty soon I'll figure out the pictures, hopefully.

Yum yum sweet potatoes.  The first book dates from 2008, and the second from 2012.  How fine is it that we live in the twenty-first century! 

Have been thinking about the recent difficult days,  and have become so thankful for all of my happy thoughts, and for my changed disposition.

Please forgive me, anyone who witnessed my being so depressed.  I don't know why everything in the world has been so difficult for me to stomach, but it's probably because I try to think of everything in the whole world!  My lesson has been and still is to think of the goodness of the present, and just to smile. 

I'm glad that folks are recovering from the storm, and I hope that they will find smiles, too.  It's true that sometimes many don't like good wishes in the face of heartache, but I'll be hornswaggled if I ever quit taking my antidepressant again.

So it's just this little world that I love, and I hope the good cheer multiplies.  I hope that everyone will find gratefulness this holiday season. 

The blog idea really might be ridiculous for anyone as ill-disciplined as myself but maybe journaling in public is a good idea, and maybe no one will even look at this, thankfully, because of my "overcoming mopeyness" tirades of good wishes.

Talk about thankfulness!  I just read a chapter from a book about "vocation,"  and so I'm ready not only to complete my housecleaning but also to remember to be as pleasant as life itself, and to remember the blessings of this day.

The book is An Altar in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor, my new hero.  Right now would be a good place for a photo or something fabulous, but I'm still moving slowly at the blog design.  Oh well.

On my blog today I shall make the observations that I did finish two of those books I previously mentioned and that I'm a pisspoor observer of human life.  If I can figure out how to get to two previous drafts, I'll post them, and in the meantime will post this as I finish.

This is my current observation.  Really there are only a few people that are dear to us, even though there are so many of us around.  I guess it's the transformation of that fact that makes life worth living.  

It has become so hard to comment upon one's experience as a human without producing an advertisement, and for this I'm somewhat sad.  Actually very sad because I'm always trying to accurately render what is to me impossible to render.  I keep telling myself that maybe if I keep trying I'll produce something that's not an advertisement, but is in itself lovely.  Oh yeah, it's all quite lovely with the correct lens.

My glasses are tempered in such a way that I very rarely actually see a straight line, yet sort of, so I do keep trying. So it's many tries for everything.  It all seems so easy for everybody else! Maybe it does behoove me to realize that all of these dear folks are just trying, and that everybody's individual glasses make things look funny.

I don't know how much longer I'll keep up this exercise of a blog.  It would be so nice with photos.  Wish me luck, empty space and space aliens! 

So recently something terrible happened.  Actually it was nothing.  I accidently re-shared a photo on yucky ol facebook, and someone thought that I was wearing a hospital gown, because I had on a light blue shirt?

I was somewhat wounded,
being of a sickly sort.
So what gives anyway?

 I'm reading three books currently.  Future Shock by Alvin Toffler, Creole Belle by James Lee Burke, and An Altar in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor.  I don't know if I'll ever finish Future Shock, but I hope that I do because I want to read the following works (when I'm living with Bill under the sea).

The pictures are for this afternoon.  This is my lunchtime coffee break. 

Make sure to watch the vice-presidential debate tonight.

Always love your friends.

So really this blog might be altogether silly, but I do love to type.  Hopefully I'll figure out the images for this, because that is my better idea, I hope.

I'm thinking that my love might work together with me for some jam up fine imagery and thoughts!

Now I've just got to figure out how to get the background its original color, and see what I can do with the fonts.

I hope that everyone makes fine voting decisions, and that we all stay well-informed.

This blog just really might be all drafts anyway.

So this might be my blog, because I have so much to say as I sit quietly, waiting for my friend.

My good friend is my husband, and he always wishes me well.  I do the same for him.  We try to think pleasant thoughts, but we cuss a fair amount in secret because we think that we are hilarious.

This really might just be an exercise in grammar and in two dimensional design, of which I'm already not faring very well, but this is just an exercise.  It's not a real publication of merit, obviously.  Give me a break.

Just think how brilliant this space will be once I figure out how to load photos, and of course also think of anything to say.  I've realized that my lack of engagement with modernity has just been boring and not fun.  Everybody has a presence and a voice, so I guess I'll join in the choir, in the ethereal clouds.

Further exercises will be about, say, current events or my day at work,  or my increasing computer skills as they evolve, slowly.

The point of this story is that I'm going to try to manage this odd space, with peaceful tidings and cute pictures.  Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll find a picture.