Have you spent time with wordle yet?
It’s fun if you don’t have anything better to do. In fact, it’s perfect if you do have things to do, but just can’t seem to motivate yourself to do them.
Cleaning the house seems more attractive by comparison considering the dark mood I was in after spending some time pencil writing last evening. I actually accomplished something while sitting in the late afternoon sun, thinking, remembering, questioning. And then my neighbor came home and wandered over to talk. This would be the neighbor who feigns neighborliness until one’s out of earshot. The one who puts his trash out on Sunday morning to sit for an entire day so the rest of the neighborhood can enjoy its loveliness. The one who who seizes any moment to mention that our dog barks when she doesn’t. And who lets the spindly trees that are supposed to be a hedge grow without trimming them. Robert Frost had something to say about good fences making good neighbors, didn’t he?
Sometimes, I like to think that things happen for a reason, and the exercise was enough to make me really wonder about whether some aspects of our lives need to be put down on paper — even if they’re fictionalized. And if they actually happened, then why the need to fictionalize?
I’m just not sure.
But my mood was with me through the night, and it wasn’t until after I returned from my early walk with my friend that I realized the mood was gone, my spirits lifted.
That’s what exercise, non-stop blathering about everything under the sun, and laughter will do.
Of course, finding more interesting ways to distract myself also works. I haven’t been able to decide whether I look best in Mucha, 
Modigliani,
or Botticelli, 
but I’m leaning toward the latter since we saw La Primavera, The Birth of Venus, and other beautiful works while we were in Italy.
Well, and the eyebrows are right. Nonexistent. Or very nearly.
In my next life, I will have eyebrows.
Perhaps I will write about that.
