silly sign

On my way home from work there was a license plate cover that said:

"My other car is

is Ricky Martin's Limo"




I doubt that's true.

A Near Haiku, For My Brother

The Lord gives, and the
Lord takes.Blessed be the name
of the Lord. But still,
I was really craving that
catfish, dear brother.

from myself

"The other day I was driving behind a mini van and on the back window, in the dust, was written "no scrubz." As I pulled past them, I think the woman in the back seat saw me laughing gaily. Thank you, mini-van of adult women, for spreading the joy!"
Livejournal, 10/09

A Picture is worth...

After this tulip was in the bottle and began to perk up, it reminded me of an excerpt from a book I'm reading At the Back of the North Wind. The little boy Diamond is out in the garden:

"It was a primrose--a dwarfish thing, but perfect in shape--a baby-wonder. As he stooped his face to see it close, a little wind began to blow, and two or three long leaves that stood up behind the flower shook and waved and quivered, but the primrose lay still in the green hollow, looking up at the sky and not seeming to know that the wind was blowing at all. It was just a one eye that the dull black wintry earth had opened to look at the sky with. All at once Diamond thought it was saying its prayers, and he ought not to be staring at it so."

I love that. I'm glad Diamond gets it.

In other news...

I told him "sit on it, Kitty!" and he thought "it" was flour on the counter...

Wild Thing

I saw Where the Wild Things Are last night.
I really liked it.

Sometimes I worry that I am still like a child in that I have a lot of raw emotions that I feel like I should be able to have under control. I don't go around biting people when I'm angry, but I still get angry. I don't run and howl with all my strength when I'm hurt, but I might go in my room and bawl into my pillow. I might skulk or act callous.

In my experience with adults, that I actually know well, I don't think being grown-up means you are immune from such kinds of emotions. I can't imagine having a kid and not really hurting for them. I don't think things get easier, and I don't think we stop having emotional "surges".
I think being a grown-up emotionally is being in control not so much of your emotions, but of how you handle yourself when you're emotional. Grown-ups may seem less emotional because they handle it better. With more grace. But it must still be there at times. I mean, can you really have less sadness in your life because you're an adult? Or be less hurt?
If you can, then I still have a long way to go before I'm grown up.