Journal Entry Day 49

There are things, then there are things.
These are the things, the objects that we hold so dear.
These are the things which determine our humanity.
These things can be tossed aside like so much dishwater on a rainy day (which is hard to fathom since there are those here as well which would give up their own offspring for a sip of the greasy dishwater).
These things cannot and should not be discarded. Things such as life, liberty and... religion.

Noted things of interest:
A small bird with a striped tail (though the stripes are faint on its little brown body) keeps coming to my windows. It does not like my Vagabond cat and scolds her mercilessly. Today I discovered why this bird has taken such a particular shine to my house. Flying in and out of the old propane grill with tidbits in its beak I have learned there is a nest either built or being built beneath the old ashes and coals. Fortunately this is not the grill we utilize, but the one that came with the house. I should name this bird, but I simply call it "Wren". Perhaps that is enough.
Cameras are lovely things. I stole one from someone (it is now broken in my care) and cannot stop myself from finding things to photograph. Why do people tire of this world when there is so much - so much alien - to be seen in it?

Crosswords are not easy.
Stealing signs from bathrooms, grocery stores and gas stations is not allowable no matter how interesting they might be.

Note on Being Human:
Love is something that is taken for granted and abused. It is much like a goldfish in an office bowl.

Journal Day 48 (Today)

Before I arrived I was told sleep was a good and natural thing, but I cannot figure out how to attain it in the proper ways and at the proper times. It is dark out, but they claim it is today though I will classify this night as still part of yesterday. The timing and dating is confusing, but so is the nightime.
I find myself incorrigibly intrigued by the moon. Having a sun (though one larger or closer than this one) the days are not so different. The moon, though, adds splendor to the night and creates a new sort of longing that I had never felt before fifty days ago. It is also an inspirational object. The fact that it is such a dead thing with so much power is fascinating. Though, without the sun, it is as useless as humans without their world.
The moon makes the nights sometimes unbearably bright which doesn't aid in my sleeplessness. I am used to nights so black you are best to stay indoors rather than risk falling in the dark. I am told there are caverns beneath the ground - ones safe to walk in - that are as dark as my nights. I would like to see them sometime and see if it is so.
It would also appear the moon has strange magnetic principles used to draw people from their homes at night. It makes me wish to be outside beneath it; though, I will have to suppress my terrors of the woodland creatures. The cloaked birds and the masked cats give me great anxiety at times.
I like normal cats. Mistress Vagabond is a good cat. She is soft and prickly at once.

Noted things of interest:
The hard rain is called "hail" and is not meant to be eaten even though it is a form of ice and ice is delicious. Hail is like snow and, though appearing harmless and pure, can be deadly and filled with grit and bacteria like everything else.

Note on Being Human:
Sometimes there are days when you like yourself quite well. These are good days. These are days to be remembered. These are the days that you are empowered and so proud of being who and what you are that you can go about your day with self-confidence and without a care as to what others think of you. As long as you think well of yourself, you are invincible!
There are other days altogether when you wake up and feel that you are not as you should be. You look in the mirror and you do not like what you see. You feel you should be different, that something should be different, or that something is different and it has ruined you. These are the days that you walk around, head low, angry, not caring about others and the way they are and not caring to treat them well because you feel as though no one treats you well though it is all an illusion brought on by self-loathing. These are the days that cares should be taken to avoid. These are the troubling days that make you miserable. These are the self-pitying days that should be scoffed at and shunned, but are sometimes embraced and accepted.
Wouldn't it be easier to always have the former days and to never have the latter?
Being Human can be confusing.

Journal Day 47 (being Yesterday)

Noted things of interest:
Apparently the invention of putting together sausages, noodles, cheeses and tomatoes isn't as brilliant as I first thought and is known here as "lasagna" and has been around for quite some time. Also, they tell me, it is not meant to be eaten for the breakfasting meal but that isn't stopping me! I made an entire pan of it this morning and will make more tomorrow! I believe I will never tire of this meal.

Furthermore: swimming pool skimmers are not a force to be taken lightly and should be dealt with in a cautious manner (and boogie boards and diving boards do not mix). A sea of Lasagna