My medium nib fountain pen is making decidedly bold purple strokes here in these pages. I’m afraid to know what a broad nib one would do. Probably look like magic marker swaths. First grader sized words would be necessary.
PMS hormone wars are raging through my bloodstream. Confusing little chemical reactions flit here and there wreaking havoc on my peace of mind. I feel like a little cork on the stormy ocean. The sky is blue, the clouds white, the weather mild, but I am just holding on feeling kinda gloomy. I am at the mercy of physiology today. It’s VERY annoying not to be completely of in charge of one’s mental and emotional state, VERY annoying.
So I record it here, it makes me feel better to acknowledge the source as having nothing to do with my circumstances of life, only temporary gremlin like hormone ones.
In other news, I finished reading “Anne of Green Gables” last night. I tried reading it when I was much younger. It was over my head at the time, and I never got around to it until now. What a delightful book it was! When I finished reading it, I went on the internet and read about L. M. Montgomery. I found out that the book was based loosely on her own life, which made it even better.
I marveled at the things these young people studied in school. The things they memorized and knew about makes you wonder about modern education. Seems like so much time is spent on “social engineering” and teaching kids to be PC that they end up not knowing much of anything and accepting almost everything as equally important.
Which makes the consternation from the educated elite over the looting of the museum in Baghdad compared to the lukewarm outrage about a children’s prison make more sense to me. These educators have no sense of priorities.
You wait, most of those precious antiquities will be found. And for heaven’s sake they are still in existence, they may be in private hands, but they haven’t been obliterated. There HAVE however been thousands and thousands of human lives snuffed out by the Butcher and Co. Where is the wailing and woe about THAT from the intellectual elite? Were they resigning their positions when they heard about the torture and rape of Iraqis by Saddam?
My God, it makes me want to puke. It’s okay if he kills his people, that is none of our business, but good god, don’t let the unwashed masses touch the “holy” antiquities! Something is seriously wrong with this kind of thinking.
Okay, enough ranting. I will go try to find something more constructive to do. Like bake some Passover brownies. Now THAT would be a better use of my time at the moment. I don’t think the intellectual elite are going to change their minds any time soon, even if I do rant and rave at them.
( Well, duh! Cupcake.)
Now where did I put that brownie recipe ?
Hmmmm..... it occurs to me that I am preoccupied with food these last few days.
I will chalk THAT down to the hormones too. What I will use for an excuse for all this stuff after menopause remains to be seen.....