Lots of Change

Now I know I've changed a great deal. I received what I would call a rather hate-filled comment last night from, you guessed it, a religious conservative. It was from an older entry. It's not new. Every once in awhile I will get them. What is new is that I no longer engage them. I read the comment, and let her go on and on about what a pervert I am, etc.... and I then hit the delete button. That's what has changed.

A couple of years ago, I would have posted the comment, then responded to the comment. But I've learned a few things. One, she's not open to hearing about what I have to say. She's made up her mind. Two, it's no longer worth the effort for me to acknowledge or react to her comment. What was really interesting is that I read it without emotional reaction. Sometimes, you have to compare yourself to a couple of years back to realize the change in yourself. At any rate, I'm happy with the change. If anything, I feel sorry for people who are so filled with anger (I used to be one of them) that they miss life. You can spend your whole life fighting and fighting and fighting, and be left looking back on your life and all the energy you spent fighting. I'm not saying there aren't things worth fighting for, but you have to balance it.

For ever bit of energy you put into something, something else in your life will not receive that energy. So I pick my battles. I've spent my fair share marching for one cause or another and doing my due diligence in making the world a better place. It's time for others to take up the cause. As Cher would say, "I'm BUZY!".

And right now, on this rather dreary day on Saturday (misting outside), I'm sitting in my lazy chair upstairs listening to my iPod on my new Bose speakers that I bought this morning. They sound like a concert hall. And downstairs, I have some whole wheat sourdough bread rising in the oven. With a little luck, the whole house will soon smell of freshly baked bread. I love that smell.

I started playing violin again. God, it's awful. My cats always go downstairs when I practice my scales. I can't blame them. I sound almost like a beginner. I wonder if I should just stop. It feels so foreign to me. I'm trying to be patient.

I was going to go back to Idaho for a visit the first week in July. I would be there over the 4th, but that's not working out so well. Everyone has plans of course. It's just that, on July 4, 1968, my nephews passed away. So, this Fourth of July marks the 40th anniversary of their death. I wanted to be there. But it won't work out. I'll probably go in late June, or mid July.

Guess that's it for now. I'm off to work on scales.