Watermelon and feta salad with some slivers of onion and Balsamic dressing... for supper... Delicious.
Looking through a box of stuff in the garage today, I came across a composition book with my name on it... in big block letters that I recognize as my printing... The date under my name is March, 1985.
What in the world was I thinking... and why? Thumbing through the first three pages, I found that I had written in cursive, not block printing, phrases... just phrases... not complete thoughts. Was I holding the notebook in a meeting... perhaps a very boring meeting? I can’t remember any of it, but what I wrote makes me think I should try to reconnect with that day:
Let’s face it. There are black holes and negative space.
Aristotle was curious.
Alexander was curious because Aristotle was.
I’ve always liked trees... always.
If we can’t be sure there are four leaf clovers and cherry blossoms out there, I’m not going.
I like the color orange.
What can I say!
I like orange.