Sad Little Boy Who Lost His Dollar

Right now I feel like a sad little boy who has lost his dollar.

The reasons are less than complex:

1. I lost my dollar
2. I feel sad
3. I have behaved with the experience and wisdom of a little boy

The DVD set of Hawaii 5-0 (classic series), Season One, was due yesterday at the library and I now owe a late fee of $1.00, according to www.sdcl.org.

Wendy was about to take a nap, so I said I'd go walk over and return it.  Since I had no cash in my wallet, I asked her for a dollar.  She let me take one out of her purse.  (I guess that's another, fourth reason why I feel like a "little boy"... taking money out of a woman's purse at her direction).

For some reason I thought it best to just keep the dollar held against the outside of the DVD pack. 

Then when I came upon the location of a little bee hive that I'd once blogged about (not long ago) I decided to take a photograph.

It appears that by now the Bee Hive has been ravaged, perhaps by a wild animal

  

(There were hardly any bees left)

Walking on I saw some autumn trees on fall fire.  Took a picture of their bright red leaves.

Then I realized that I'd been transferring the DVD pack from my hand to under my arm as I took photos. 

The dollar was gone.

I felt pretty bad about it.  It was my only dollar!  It was to pay the man at the library and clear my record!  Wendy gave it to me!

Walking back about 5 minutes to the bee hive I kept a close eye out for my dollar.  It was nowhere to be seen.  Other's were walking about, too.  A couple of young guys walked past the bee hive.  A couple walking their two dogs came by.  A man with a backpack who said to me "we meet again!" (?).

No dollar.

This qualifies as the most fluffiest, trivial, worthless tripe on the face of the planet when it comes to stuff to blog about.

Yet it makes me feel better to express it.

Writing is a creative outlet.  Hey!  Did I just coin that?  I don't think I've ever heard---   no, cancel that.  "Writing is a creative outlet" is not a new phrase.  It's been used before.

This does illustrate something about me (and I hope all humans) and that is it can just take one little thing to make you sad.

You justify it and try to cheer yourself up, but it's still a loss, and it will take time to get over it.  Plus now I'll be leaving the library with money still owed.

Then again, it can be just a small thing that "makes everything okay again", that makes you forget your troubles.  A cute puppy to comfort you over the loss of your old dog.  A lollipop to make you forget about your skinned knee.

What a self-serving, self-centered post this has been.

Future Steve:  even at your age now (11/27/2013) you really hadn't fully matured.

DVD pack but no dollar

Broccoli

Broccoli is good.

Broccoli is tasty.

Broccoli, broccoli, broccoli.

A big bowl of broccoli.

Checkup

Going to the Doctor's office tomorrow!

Haven't been to the doctors for years and years as long as I can remember.

I'm "one of those".  No regular visits to the Doctor since my view on health is more holistic-oriented rather than medical-community and drug-oriented.

Prevent vs Fix.

However, now that I'm sliding down the other side of the mountain, it's probably a good idea to see what's going on.

Hope they give me a free sucker if I'm good and don't fuss when they draw blood.

They'd better!

Indestructible

Feelings are like energy.

They cannot be destroyed.

They at times must be expressed to prevent an explosion.

Some messages must be sent, although they are not intended to be received, but rather dissipated into outer space where they will travel on forever.

sweet & sour

It is bittersweet.

It's grief & relief.

...or relief.  And grief.

Why is that button flashing?

When you see the Office Button on window flashing on and off Amber… what does it mean?

It simply means “here I am!  Notice me?  I’m right here!”

Seriously… it flashes when it hasn’t been clicked for a long time.   Many people think it’s just decoration or design and don’t realize it’s a functioning button.

Cyrus Cylinder

A friend is organizing a day trip with a fairly large group (I guess) to see the Cyrus Cylinder.

Wendy and I were going to go, but the day got changed, and so we're definitely not going on the new day, due to employment situation.  We won't be seeing it that day.  Perhaps then maybe one day later on in the future, I guess.

But we won't be part of that excursion.

the b

In today's WT lesson there were three different (a)+(b) question combinations.

Evidently in each case, a person answering the (a) question went ahead and answered the (b) without waiting for it to be asked.

Because by the 3rd set, the conductor actually read the (b) question first and then read the (a) question.

Sure enough, the second commenter, as if they didn't hear or understand the conductor, answered the (b) question before it had been asked again.

The conductor was visibly and obviously annoyed... it was an unfortunate reaction on his part.

Yet it was a record day... commentors answering the (b) before it was asked each and every time in the lesson.