I don’t know what I am doing. You’ll say that’s not true, or I’m “taking a break,” but yesterday I practiced my print handwriting. I practiced it all day. I made tea. Got out a notebook and practiced my letters. Height, spacing, different pens, you name the variation, and I was working it. This may…
Ink. It is one thing to sit at a computer and type words on a screen. I will admit that takes discipline and a mind for creating something out of nothing, but putting ink to paper seems like more to me. I know I tend to glamorize the past, but when Jane Austen sat down…
I found one of my old journals last night. Below was my entry on January 6, 2005. I am thankful and more aware of just how blessed I am. I am thankful for: The early morning through my half open eyes when I get to sleep in A foot rub right in the arch of…
I was listening to NPR yesterday and they were doing a story on robots and how they can now be used as security guards and even soldiers. It was a very interesting piece on an up and coming technology, but it freaked me out. This man was talking about how these robots feel no pain,…