Once one has a blog, one begins to feel pressure to keep it up…can’t just let it lie fallow. It’s been a week since my last post and I actually feel sort of guilty about it. Stop nagging me, blog!
There hasn’t been a lot to post about…I have been knitting but there’s really nothing new to show…well, I’ve resurrected a three-quarter made pair of socks and there hasn’t been a picture of them. At least not for some time. And I’m about done with my April Red Scarf. (Actually, I bound off today at lunchtime. Hurrah!!) The sleeves…well, they’re looking sleevier and sleevier but hardly exciting. But I guess I could take some pictures this afternoon. Perhaps I could get in a picture of our little pear tree, which made it through another winter and is blooming nicely.
So not a lot to blog about and boy, have I been tired! I tend to drag through work, come home and glazedly play computer games until bedtime and then go to bed. (Okay, that’s not a lot different than usual except that I play the games very tiredly.) I guess it was the pneumonia or perhaps just spring fever. It’s really only been the last half of this week that I’ve started feeling not quite so much like a wrung-out washcloth. And, oddly enough, along with being tired, I’ve been having a lot of trouble falling asleep at night combined with a lot of nights of waking for no reason in the middle of the night and not being about to get back to sleep.
So here are some random night-time thoughts to tide the blog over until I can get pictures taken.
1) People grow bonsai trees…how cute would it be if they could grow bonsai animals? Rabbits the size of a quarter. Cats that could fit in your vest pocket and ride around with you all day. Teeny little German Shepherds the size of mice. You could bonsai a little park in a cake pan and take it into the office and your bonsaied pets could run around all day. Like an aquarium but fuzzier, drier, and more accessible.
2) And how exactly would heaven work if there were one? (I don’t mean to offend anyone who does believe in some sort of heaven but I don’t. Sorry.) But if there were one…how old would one be? What if one’s idea of heaven was being oh, 25 again…but your mother’s idea of heaven included you at age 8, because you were just so adorable when you were 8? And would one be able to age in heaven? If one had had a still-born child, wouldn’t one’s idea of heaven possibly involve being able to see that baby grow up the way he or she would have? (Or even better than he or she would have since this is, after all, heaven.)
And what if you knew and disliked someone who was really a good person…you just didn’t like them? If you died and went to heaven and that person was there too, wouldn’t that make your heaven a little less heavenly? Or would your dislike of the person be enough to keep you out of heaven?
And (a plus side), think of the amazing ancestors you could meet. I mean, I didn’t know my great-grandparents…but my grandparents did and they could introduce me! And back and back and back…all the way to that German baron we descended from (there better be a good translation service) and then back further.
It would be cool to introduce my daughter, who I love, to my grandparents, who I loved. But what if they didn’t like each other?!
3) Is anyone else mad that all the discoveries astronomers are making of all those planets and solar systems and galaxies out there just gives one more and more reason to believe that there is life out there and, chances are, none of it will be discovered before we die? As a science-fiction geek, I would so love to be around when we finally encounter life off Earth.