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Played my flutes yesterday morning at the Cathedral prior to a lecture by a Benedictine nun. There's nothing better than playing to an audience of the receptively converted. Meaning, they were open to the experience. I had twinges of nervousness when I felt many eyes focused on me (at Labyrinth, nobody's paying any attention to me, not really), but I soldiered through. And had a few folks come up afterwards with questions and asking for cards. Gotta get that CD done! And I contacted the NICoE about possibly playing there, so that thread is starting to be woven. So, feeling more motivated and inspired to pursue all of this further. 

And was out riding my bike this afternoon. Was on my way back and came upon this little girl walking her dog. Suddenly she dropped the leash by accident. The dog got away from her and went running down the sidewalk, she running after it and yelling and crying. I followed her and passed her and followed the dog who somehow wisely ran just on the sidewalks and not in the street. I yelled ahead to people to "stop the dog" and waved at cars. A couple of black SUVs passed me and they'd try to turn across the sidewalk in front of the dog but she went around the car a couple of times. We were getting closer to a much busier intersection and one of the SUVs swung into a driveway with some hedges at a house and the dog went into the backyard. Some people were also chasing on foot. The whole neighborhood was rallying! An older gentleman caught the dog and kept it in the backyard while the girl, Griffin, came sobbing up the sidewalk. She was *so* upset. I think her parents must have jumped in a car because there was a man and woman who went to her and called her by name and comforted her. It was pretty intense! But, it was nice to see everyone spring into action. I passed one of the SUVs on the way back and he asked if we'd "got the dog" and I said we had. So, that adventure was over with.

So it's been a weekend of experiences of all kinds. The kind of weekend that leads one to get in her car and head to the coffeehouse before the day is done. So, off I go.


Beauty as Only Nature Can

This will make you feel a lot better. I promise.

Also, check out "Limitless" at the theatres. Was surprised at how good it was. It'll make you feel a little better.


The Aurora from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.


An Entitlement? Really?

With all the bombastic budget bashing going on over the last few days, the one statement that increasingly irks is equating Social Security with "entitlement."

How can SS be an entitlement when *I've* paid into it for years and, as a self-employed person the last 10+ years, I've paid my entire portion ... at least 15% of my annual income.

In my view, I'm only "entitled" to something into which I've put nothing ... no thought, no effort, no funds, no blood/sweat/tears.

That ain't the case with SS.

While I understand that the word has a special meaning when connected with federal legislation, and that I'm not paying into an account in my name but into a pool that's paying for someone else's retirement right now and, therefore, I don't really have direct access or ownership of the thousands I've paid in over the years ... I don't care.

SS isn't an entitlement. It's a promise due based on my personal investment.

So stop linking the word with SS, at least not quite so frequently.




Kinda feeling that way and kinda not. There are still things that ground me -- like wondering how my cat's fur smells like marshmallow. 'Cuz his *breath* sure doesn't smell like marshmallow. And if he's cleaning himself then his fur should smell like his breath. But it doesn't. So basically I'm stymied but in a pleasant way.

There's all the other stuff floating out there that gets me spinning. You know what I mean. We're all living with the same things every day -- weather, work, driving, eating, cleaning, taxes, other paperwork, planning.

So I was feeling a little unhinged.

On the good side, I got myself a new bike. Spiffy.

On the good side, I'm listening to "Battlestar Galactica" music from Bear McCreary right now.

On the good side, I have three sips of chai left.

All good hinge-tightening salves.


Crack. Me. Up.