The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.-Thornton Wilder
The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Bad For Good Squirrel?
This goes along with my post of Good Squirrel, Bad Squirrel two days ago. This lady lives nearby in Morro Bay. She told me that she comes down to the jetty several times a week to feed the squirrels. Cheerios was on the menu for this day. Whether this is good or not for the squirrels I don't think ever entered into her mind. After all she has a bag of McDonald food and one of those iced mocha coffee drinks for herself, so proper nutrition isn't that high up on her list. She enjoyed being with her furry little rodent friends talking to them all the while about being nice, to share and not squabble with each other. At least she didn't have names for them that I picked up on anyway. But it gave her pleasure and we know the squirrels didn't mind, so...any harm done?