Observations on life in general.
I love greasy food.
Years ago, I discovered greasy fast food helps with hangover queasiness. Maybe the grease protects the stomach lining from alcohol burn. (Not drinking to excess really helps protect the stomach. And the head.)
The human body needs fat to function. In moderation, of course.
So indulge in your favorite greasy food today.
#NationalColorDay
Yes, it is a day to celebrate color. I love color. Bold, bright, vivid color. Color makes me happy.
I live in a place where many months the landscape is nothing but shades of gray and brown. Sometimes the sky is blue, but not often. It’s depressing. One of the best things about spring is the bursts of color when flowers start to bloom. And fall. Autumn in my corner of the world is stunning, as if one last hurrah before the bleakness of the winter months.
If I had my way, my house would be filled with color. I have a Pinterest board where I keep pictures of the world in which I would love to live.
Color is the world’s way of giving us a great big hug.
A year ago, I was investigating new ways to keep track of my life. I had evolved from a person who needed a Day Runner to organize family, professional, and pre-published writing lives to a published author with an empty-nest who was no longer on a corporate career path. The revival of the Day Runner in 2016 did not work for me.
In 2017, I tried a Bullet Journal. I made extensive lists of everything I thought I would track: food journal, blog schedule, books to read, brain dumps, dream journal, meal planning, mood tracker, and so on. I bought (a small amount) of washi tape. I bought colored markers. I used an old spiral notebook from my stash.
But my ideas about what I would track weren’t practical for my life. And using a Bullet Journal is all about the individual need.
I do like the layout on which I eventually settled. For months, I convinced myself that sitting down each week to draw my spread for the following week was therapeutic. I gave it a year. A few weeks ago, I even made a spread about what I wanted for next year’s bullet journal. I’ve even narrowed the choice of notebook from my stash to two.
But I’m tired of the set-up work. I need a planner to maintain my life, not the other way around. That’s not to say I won’t ever go back to a Bullet Journal, but I think I want to try something else.
I’ve been looking at Erin Condren. I wince at the cost, but I’m drawn to the lively colors and the ability to customize. I need to explore further.
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
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Super hero movies, based on comics, have dominated the motion picture landscape for several years. What is our fascination with these characters? I don’t think it goes back to comic books, where most of the characters originated. I think the movies are more pervasive in than the comics are in this generation.
So why do we flock to movies about super heroes?
Movies (and romance novels) are about escapism. They’re about the fantasy. The “good guy” always wins. Some days it feels as if there aren’t enough good guys out there in our real lives. Super heroes, defeating larger-than-life villains give us hope.
Hope is always a good thing.