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Lately (every so often) I have been telling myself:  "You are not
a perfect being."  Why?  Because not being perfect constantly
disturbs my spirit; and I know I cannot be perfect, not nearly 
as perfect/ as/ some others can be.  When and where I have
come close, I have done so only because of my persistence.
My life is/ replete with failures, and what remains of it may be
also.
       I am seriously considering no longer making comments
beneath posts on the blogs of others.  Do not ask me why.
Suffice it to say, I have my reasons.  I will continue to read
posts and comments on other blogs, but when I feel a need
to comment/ I will post that comment on one of my blogs,
and probably create a link to the post which inspired it.
       There is much I yet want to put in my own spaces/
whether or not anyone reads/ what I place there.  I may
attempt to get some of my writings published elsewhere,
but that is not likely.  I see myself as one who is too odd
to comfortably fit in, and I have long said no to wasting
my time trying to.  For as long as God allows, I will blog.
All who visit are welcome, even the scavenger types.  Any
who wish to comment, may, though I cannot promise how
I will respond, if I respond.  There once was a counter on
this journal, but I deleted it/ as it was counting each visit I
made as a visit, and I make numerous visits to any one post.
Besides, I was (and still am) essentially the only one making
visits.  Beyond that, the prevalence of RSS readers and the
like/ make direct visits unnecessary.  Should you happen to
see and decide to use one or more of my posts--no matter
what your opinion is, I request only that you credit me.

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My computer glasses have been fixed.

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Today's weather is less breezy, slightly more cloudy, and generally
more pleasant.  Tomorrow rain is supposed to return, but may not.
Monday, the forecasters say, there's a 70%/ rain chance.





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Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor


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Brian A. J. Salchert