I am never certain if you should be talking to ‘someone else’ when making a journal entry or to yourself. To be sure, the someone you are writing to or about or for IS someone else. While I am talking to me, I am also talking to that other fellow. Odd sensation, isn’t it? I can see, as time passes that I should have paid more attention in school. This very situation was covered, as I remember now, at various times. Listening in class means I wouldn’t have to ponder over a sudden revelation about Ego or Id at the near-death age of 75. I would have known this for the last 50 or 60 years. So, you see? Having education, knowledge is a good thing, even if only as a time-saver. You don’t have to make your own discoveries about the Id or the Ego if you learned this stuff in school. It takes less brain-power and less time to just let teachers teach, so that you will know stuff and not have to stop everything you are doing, at some much later date, to ‘discover’ the obvious or what has been long understood by others. Ha. Of course, having learned things in school or paying attention to warning signs or making a mental note not to do what you witnessed your now-deceased friend do…all make life less interesting. I could even venture that I learned what lessons I did learn even better with first-hand experience of what Mom was warning me not to do. I did it and I learned why she warned me. On we go.
Not much news in the neighbourhood today. No one is out and about. There was a minor kerfuffle a couple days ago, as I realized that the pavement no longer protects our water shut-off valves. The laneway is more narrow now. Folks have been driving off the pavement, through the mud and nearly breaking the water pipes below. I called the city in fear that there may be unseen leaking. That is when I discovered that, even though the city controls the water shut-off valve, it is considered a private water line and any damage to it is my responsibility. ‘Gosh, that don’t seem fair.’ I quickly borrowed one of the construction company’s striped barrels and plopped it down over my/the city’s valve. Nossir! Nobody is driving over my water main!
I took down the Christmas lights that were put up against my better judgment, my Grinch-like judgment. I noticed, when I was outside, that some birds were huddling in my little trees. They looked fat, so I guess their feathers were pumped up against the cold. Maybe they really were fat? I know that I am. Fat. I am so fat that I was able to bring in the lights while wearing only a light shirt. I was pumped up, like the birds? I am now, very, very nearly twice the weight I was when I left High school. Can you believe it? I will keep in my defence that I am also 4 times the age I was when I left high school. I guess that means, I picked up some baggage on the way. Next time I go outside, the little birds will be scrambling to get underneath my overhang to get warm. We will be pals. Ha.
Robert On The Air 