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black swan 2008-04-21 - 8:39 a.m. DH and I went out to use our Barnes and Noble coupon and to get a little shopping done. We already knew that we'd use the coupon for the new Iain Banks, but I read a bit in The Black Swan and learned that thinking was "time-consuming and a great waste of energy." The turkey thinks everything's fine for 1,000 days, and each day that passes teaches the turkey that a kindly man will give him food and all is right with the world, and the 1001st day is the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We cannot learn from experience and what we learn is wrong anyway. I suppose the story of my college landlords is the most horrible example I know of the principle. I remember his boast about the house: "It went through Betsy." And so they drowned. Much to my surprise, we saw a Loggerhead Shrike fly in and sit brooding for awhile on a snag overlooking Hwy 190. I doubt we'll ever see one there again. I bought and planted two thyme plants, but still no parsley. Maybe they'd rather not deal with the caterpillar issue if everyone will just buy cilantro instead. But they're not really the same, are they? I tried to find walking shoes but apparently being able to walk has passed from fashion. Sigh. There was nothing except flip-flops and heels, worthless for my purposes. I haven't worn out the latest pair of walking shoes, and the uppers are comfortable, but unfortunately they are dangerously slippery on slick surfaces. I had a close call skidding on ice on the last day "at sea" on the cruise, when it got so cold in the Gulf, and then the other day I fell really hard on the ceramic tile in my own kitchen. We got DMSO on it quickly enough to stop a bump from forming, but it's a really big purple bruise -- and, truly, if I hadn't caught myself the right way, I could have been seriously hurt. So I don't trust them any more. Even though they climbed the pyramid at Lamanai. Today I blew out the alcohol diet on two chambord magaritas. It's pretty obvious that it actually does make a difference if I scribble down every day in my diary exactly how much I'm drinking. I see that I'm closer to two drinks on average a day, instead of one, if I don't post it each day. But I'm going to wait and start again in May, after my latest Vegas trip is over. Just in case there happen to be any of those apple martinis laying around. Years ago, someone gave me a Christmas gift basket of some very odd choices in nail color. No doubt they were on sale. Their main advantage is that they come in teeny weeny nail polish bottles that are a great size for the Kip Hawley TSA baggie. I have one color left. It's some sort of silvery black Goth color. It's now on my toenails, and I sort of ask myself why I even tried it instead of just quietly tossing it out. Oh well. It's my nail color now for the next two weeks. Vampires, beware. We just got two of our three needed first class upgrades. Go, us. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford