prickly

sometimes i think i am part cactus. or porcupine. except porcupines seem to find affection, don't they? otherwise how could there be other porcupines?

but a cactus, now there is something that feels like me today. prickly. sharp. unloveable and untouchable. i had several questions i needed answers to this afternoon and even the internet could not help me. perhaps i was looking in the wrong places (probably) but why i can't just tell it what i want to know and it should be intelligent enough to flip up a site with answers. that is how we have been trained these days, and when it doesn't work it's annoying.

how do i move things around on that new blog? your answer is stupid, and that button that says "help" does not understand my question. and what is the name of that little bird that has been visiting me, hopping around my feet and winking at me? ok ok her name is puff, as i have determined but is she a wren or a finch or a sparrow or what? she is one of a kind and she likes to hop hop hop when i'm sitting by the fountain. she cocks her head and comes very close and peeps at me. i have never seen any bird like her and i want to know what she is.

she's a bird. she's a little cute fuzzball who seems to be lost, but she does like it here so perhaps she will stay. why can't i be happy with that answer?

maybe it's the warmth of this july afternoon, maybe i am just tired. maybe i am missing something or feeling like i should be farther ahead in all things life-wise.

i suppose prickly is ok. just the same, i would suggest that you keep your distance.

till tomorrow.