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Anybody notice the weather lately. . . . I mean the April weather we're having in May his year? I've always loved the weather, from the point of view of measurements and forecasting stuff. I was going around over a month ago telling people about the new El Nino and how we're gonna have a wet month of May this year, and even in SoCal, too. Looking at the satellite pics you can see this fairly strong moist river moving westward off southern Mexico and Central America, with some hurricane potential. The stream moves west about half the way to Hawaii, and then curls north and joins with a stream of clouds coming down from the north, and then moves towards San Diego.
The ocean out there is warmer than normal. Some parts of Texas have had ten inches of rain so far this month. San Diego has had over two inches, looking to be the wettest on record.
The ocean out there is warmer than normal. Some parts of Texas have had ten inches of rain so far this month. San Diego has had over two inches, looking to be the wettest on record.
Haha.. yeah I guess when there is something stopping you from asking her out you can't deny that same something could be an issue down the road.
I thank God everyday that we human have short memory... otherwise we would be so depressed everytime we are remind of all the remorseful things/feelings.
Every day I wake up "in the garden", and start the day by pulling a few weeds. Thoughts like the above bolded. Unfruitful lines of development, anything that goes to the whole "depression" mentality. Sunshine, Rain, or grey murky smog, a new day is bright opportunity. Why put on an unproductive attitude? It won't protect you from the rain, nor will it be an effective sunscreen or tanning lotion, nor will it clear the air.
I might sometimes think a bit of bad decisions or lost opportunities, and be sad about it, but don't let it go all wrong. It's a proof we can do better with any day if we will choose better what we do, or cultivate, "in the garden."
Once this was a central reality in my life. I was in love. The girl loved me, too, in her own way of course, not at all like a boy might fantasize.
She was beautiful, overall the most beautiful and appealing person I ever knew. In my mind, there were some angelic sorts of things about her. At school she came over and took the seat next to me every day, in every class we had together. She smiled. She fumbled around a bit with her books and then opened the right one for that class, to some problem in the assignment, and asked me for help.
I rejoiced. I had a clear invitation to speak to her, even show off my knowledge a bit.
She was beautiful, overall the most beautiful and appealing person I ever knew. In my mind, there were some angelic sorts of things about her. At school she came over and took the seat next to me every day, in every class we had together. She smiled. She fumbled around a bit with her books and then opened the right one for that class, to some problem in the assignment, and asked me for help.
I rejoiced. I had a clear invitation to speak to her, even show off my knowledge a bit.
But I knew one thing I couldn't tell her, the one thing that made all the difference. And knowing that, I made a choice. It was like "pulling a weed in the garden". It would have been unkind to speak of it. It would have been unkind to do anything else, like, say, avoid her. It meant, however, that we could enjoy the day for the value, for the beauty of that day. We became a sort of item in high school that year, a rather rare sort of item. No we were not hanging all over each other, getting smoochy or anything like that. We were actually friends. I just didn't go there, and everything we did was on another sort of level. She was popular, and she could have dated anybody. But she chose to be my friend.
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