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.