JOHN’S GROCERY HAT
Complete with dog hair on it and red Wubba in the background to right

I sat here just letting my mind wander long enough for my screen to darken as if flipped into its conserving power mode. I don’t think that is what I am doing – conserving power; in fact, my power usage may go up and down as I think about irritating things, puzzling things, the inability to understand some things. It is so hard to always realize that people are different and are going to react to the world differently.
AND THEY GET ME TANGLED UP IN THEIR REACTIONS. Just as I have caused other people to be entangled in my shortcomings in my lifetime, now that I think of it.

You know, I believe webs get tangled just by life’s breezes, not necessarily deceit. Though maybe we do make our own wind . . .(Oh, rats, I laid myself open to a pun.)
It is really great to be able to know about the past and all the scientific things we cannot see for ourselves. Believe me, I would never have conceived of an atom splitting on my own – or an atom for that matter. Not knowing how minds and personalities are determined is frustrating.
I would like to have a simulation of myself on a computer where I could make a synapse shorter or longer and see what would happen. Maybe grab a random chunk of cells and see if could still remember Paris.
Oh, wait, that was Bogart and Bergman.
Well, time to shower. Or maybe I could take a bath and soak my head.

When I was taking a picture of my cow birthday basket from LZP, I decided to also grab a shot of the piggy bank which Alison gave me. It is obviously a cow – like anyone would be surprised. But it is also, nevertheless, a piggy bank.
Quiet snapshot:

And when you feed it, it talks:

I wonder if I could get it to say other things? Hands up and give me your dough? Nah, that wouldn’t work – the coin slot would get all gummed up. And even if a diligent stuffer got all the dough in, it could rise and expand and the cow would explode.
So I guess it’s another back to the drawing board situation.