A note about yesterday's entry. Sometimes it is a lot easier to believe the ideals when you are sitting on the sidelines. Yes, it would be very had not to be judgemental when in the trenches, dealing with humanity everyday. What I really meant to say was that no one should be judged for things that are beyond their control, such as age, race, looks. Things like that. I do judge people for their bigotry against the innocence of the world.
Now, on a happier note, after a short run, a kayak ride on the lake and a new haircut, you just can't find anything wrong with the world. On a warm, sunny morning paddling across the lake, watching the light glint off the water, was a pure pleasure. A breeze came up, making the trek a good upper body workout to boot. Once we got across and into the waterways the water was calm and all was quite peaceful, if it hadn't been for the loud motor sound coming from somewhere. You never can tell from where, the way sound travels across water.
I worked my way into the lily pads and grasses so that I could get a closer picture of the egrets and ibises on the shore. Every time got a picture framed up, though, the camera shy bird would take off, making it impossible to get the shot I wanted with my unsophisticated equipment.
There is a book fair hosting 28 authors, giving sessions about writing, this Saturday. I thought I might go. After all, writing in my blog and writing a few articles for the local Lewistown paper does sort of make me an author, I think. Actually, anyone who writes, either for her own pleasure or for others, qualifies as an author, I would think. If I'm going to play with the big boys, then I guess it would be a good idea if I learned some of the rules of their game. It sure couldn't hurt.
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