On my way home from getting propane from the nicest manager of the most professional U-Haul location I have ever been to, I sang to myself.
I am an inveterate sing-to-selfer. For some reason, the hymn that goes "This is my Song, a song for all the nations/a song of hope for people far and wide", set to Sibelius' Finlandia,
came out of my rather flat but never airy vocal chords. I always forget the lines in the lyrics just before the narrator explains how everyplace has its own beauties and its own blue skies.
A fervent bidding session ran my book up to $ 1.25 in the final ebay auction result. This really made me gain renewed confidence in my skills as an artiste. I raised the minimum bid by a full eighty percent for the next auction--to nine cents.
All along the roadway I see tall, purple thistle flowers. I love thistle. It's a weed, but what beauty. In my personal paradise, there'd be fields of thistle.
I got much done and experienced much stress at work today. I am eager to get more done, and
to receive Forrest Fang's Gongland CD in the mail.
Forrest's a lawyer like me, but unlike me,
he makes real music with synths. I bought a wooden kazoo at K Mart today.
