Writing satisfaction
Apr. 8th, 2005 12:33 pmWell, GHOST POINT has reached the point where I get to kill people. In a socially-acceptable manner, even, just ink on paper. I _swear_ it's just ink on paper. Even though they need killin'. I'm a professional driver on a closed course -- don't try this at home.
Bike ride this morning, too chilly for bike shorts and tee shirt, still using the light ski pants and top. Pair of hooded mergansers in a small pond at the cemetery I pass, a random scattering of mallards also. The mergansers were swimming in the vicinity of a wood duck nest box, sort of thing mergansers would also use. I wonder if they were out house-hunting. "But dear, it's in such a quiet neighborhood..."
Caught snippets of da pope's funeral on the noon news, couldn't help but think that all that wealth and power and pomp was exactly why my Mennonite ancestors dumped Catholicism. Must be some genetic antipathy still hard-wired in, because that stuff turns me off. Suspect He wouldn't have cared much for it, either. But a lot of humans seem to need it.
10 miles, 45 minutes.
Bike ride this morning, too chilly for bike shorts and tee shirt, still using the light ski pants and top. Pair of hooded mergansers in a small pond at the cemetery I pass, a random scattering of mallards also. The mergansers were swimming in the vicinity of a wood duck nest box, sort of thing mergansers would also use. I wonder if they were out house-hunting. "But dear, it's in such a quiet neighborhood..."
Caught snippets of da pope's funeral on the noon news, couldn't help but think that all that wealth and power and pomp was exactly why my Mennonite ancestors dumped Catholicism. Must be some genetic antipathy still hard-wired in, because that stuff turns me off. Suspect He wouldn't have cared much for it, either. But a lot of humans seem to need it.
10 miles, 45 minutes.