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Thinking …

I’m not sure, but I might shut this site down. It seems … unnecessary … maybe redundant. Dunno.

But I know some folks think blogs are silly, and this one, in particular, isn’t really doing anything useful.

It’s interesting to hear different people talk about blogging. Some suggest I’m quite the egomaniac to have a blog. Some say it’s incredibly self-indulgent. I’m sure they are correct.

Actually, though, I’m thinking breathing is self-indulgent too, so I think I’ll give that up as well. ;-)

I enjoy blogging, but the pattyo does no good for anyone. I feel as if the oboe site is at least helpful, even while being self-indulgent. Perhaps I’ll let this one go. (I average only 8 visits a day here anyway!)

And yeah, I have written about this before. At least I’m somewhat consistent in some areas, eh? :-)

Merry Christmas!

It was a lovely day hear at our place. Greg, my “Germany brother” as I call him to friends who don’t know either brother, made an absolutely scrumptious dinner. We have family over. I have a great time. And now it’s quiet and peaceful. And I’m pretty darn tired, so bed is probably calling. G’night!

Update
Ho Ho Ho!!!
Someone I love dearly, who is like a sister to me, who not to be named even though she knows who she is and I hope she knows I appreciated the alert (tee hee!) has suggested I re-read the above. I would correct it all, but, truth be told, it is just too darn fun to read it and see what tiredness can do to yours truly.

But … for the record … “here” … “had” … “had” … ;-)

You Gotta Love It!

“Who is your favorite author?” Aleya Deatsch, 7, of West Des Moines asked Mr. Huckabee in one of those posing-like-a-shopping-mall-Santa moments.

Mr. Huckabee paused, then said his favorite author was Dr. Seuss.

In an interview afterward with the news media, Aleya said she was somewhat surprised. She thought the candidate would be reading at a higher level.

“My favorite author is C. S. Lewis,” she said.

(Found here.)

So … was this just a politician being a politician: saying what he thought someone wanted him to say. But it’s not like she’s going to be voting for him! :-)

Very True

Human life is thus only a perpetual illusion; men deceive and flatter each other. No one speaks of us in our presence as he does of us in our absence. Human society is founded on mutual deceit; few friendships would endure if each knew what his friend said of him in his absence, although he then spoke in sincerity and without passion.

—Blaise Pascal