After commenting at a site on FB a couple days ago, received a snide piece of advice to "research somewhere other than Google". Funny how the personna remains the same despite the years. Suddenly my old sensitive nature flared in hurt & rejection. And anger.  Unless you're psychopathic, egos are such frail items! :)  My swarmy (at least i hope it was) comment in return was, "where the hell would you suggest lady? Encyclopedia Brittanica?" (Seriously, where & how does one do research today? Alles in on line.)  Then i posted a link to very well documented .org site that does do its research & lists references to reputable scientific journals. But that had me down. To hell with FB anyways; why allow someone i don't know from Eve to upset my feelings?  In many respects that's an issue with that entire entity - the interaction is a charade.

Guess that was the motivation i needed to begin my jottings again. Over on this new blog site where i don't have to worry about the grammar resulting in odd translations; at my old site it became i couldn't use contractions, they were translated into strange wingdings....very frustrating.

Not that i have anything of import to blog about mind you.  Although I did take a photo awhile back that i wanted to share.  Don't know if i can add categories on this blog, but this would go under "recycling":

G actually cut this detergent bottle but what an amazing scoop it becomes! Will last forever! (not really a good thing is it?) Filling the birdseed holder with it.

One last comment - sort of a segue -- woke up this morning on the endtails of an apocalyptic dream - G&I had just come to and found ourselves in a wasteland surrounding a huge lake. Next we were in small boat on the lake and came upon a huge Titanic ship bobbing up & down. We couldn't believe we hadn't learned from our past mistakes. Then we were 'rescued' by some humans amazed we had been found. But i realized they thought we had just been lost when i knew we had come to the future from the past and was for some reason fearful they would find that fact out.  So i was playing along...now i realize this thought probably came from reading about the Montauk Project last evening.  What's not dreamt of in our philosophies!

till later.