Fixing stuff, myself included…
Spelling
Spelling, who gives a flying *%&*!, about that?
For some strange reason, I do. I hate it when I read one of my posts with a typo, or find I’ve forgotten to run it through some kind of spell check. Since I don’t have blogger pro, I usually run my post through my mail program, before I publish, or if it’s one word I’m unsure about I type it into google, and it comes up with the correct spelling as an alternative. The last month I’ve been getting to my mail through Mozilla, and quite frankly the spell check stinks [pu].
So?
I don’t know, I guess I’m just rambling, trying to get a threat going, but failing miserably.
What’s really going on?
I’m taking a painting and a drawing class this semester, or rather I’m supposed to be taking them, but for reasons ranging from back aches to just plain old procrastination, I have fail to show up for class. Thus at this point I have no other recourse, but to withdraw. Hmmm… I’m withdrawing from drawing; that should count for something. I found the quote below on Leah’s blog yesterday, which gave a brief moment of relief.
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your life and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms or books that are written in a foreign tongue. The point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will gradually, without noticing it, live your way some distant day into the answers.”
–Rainer Maria Rilke
However, upon refection I find my circumstances don’t really qualify. This is really about the BIG QUESTIONS of life, not the nagging sticky attic door that was never locked in the first place. I will not be fooled by my own propensity to elevate the trivial to the spectacular.