Fossil snail. I found this on one of the Olympic Peninsula beaches. It’s gender is also pretty mysterious, at least to me. I think it’s too late for DNA testing.
From yesterday afternoon, downtown.
Some people act mean. Not only do they act mean but they are cereally mean. They are mean about cheerios, about count chocula, about granola, about oatmeal.
Not only do they act mean, and cereally mean, but stupidly mean.
They are stupidly mean because they heard that you like cheerios. It doesn’t matter if you actually do or don’t like cheerios. Someone told them that you like cheerios, they think cereal is sinful and you are LABELLED. They have you labelled as liking cheerios and you are a sinner.
And it doesn’t matter what you say or do. You can say “I don’t like cheerios.” Yeah, they don’t believe you. They think that maybe YOU EAT CHEERIOS when no one is looking, behind curtains, in the basement. They did a search on the internet and you bought Cheerios in 1997. You are a sinner.
You can show photos of your breakfast. “Look! Yohgurt and raspberries!” Doesn’t matter. They whisper, she eats cheerios in secret. You are still a sinner and you are a sinner and a liar.
You can be an upright citizen for years, join the Rotary, volunteer, donate money. Doesn’t matter. The whispers circle back to you: cereal.
So finally you figure it out: fungk them. You do not have time in your life for cereal mean stupidity. You put those people on ignore and leave them there. You cheerfully help if they have a flat tire or appendicitis. You commiserate when they complain that they are miserable. Well, actually, fungk that. Your goal if they call is: get off the phone. “I got a pan burning on the stove, I gotta go to the bathroom, I gotta trim my nosehairs…” Anything but talk to one of them. Because your life is a lot of fun, once you stop trying to change their minds.
And it doesn’t have to be cereal. It can be bipolar disorder or race or politics or the country you are from. Cereal mean stupidity is rather rampant. We have the choice to ignore it and live with more joy than ever.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is patience. We still have some fog. We hope for clear sailing. We hope the fog bank will shrink. Right now we can see what is under it and avoid it. Patience, patience. Mask and immunize, please, please, push back the fog.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: kite.
The bluffs have small slow slides, trickles of sand coming down, and then larger slides too. The large collapses are complete with trees that come down. The edge of the bluff in this part is full of partial kite shapes.
My daughter and I hiked North Beach yesterday, for my birthday. I am off for two days of vacation. I was trying to identify this bird and didn’t figure it out until I was home. A harlequin duck. What a beauty! But having time with my daughter is the best gift.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: book.
My house is full of books. But… I don’t have a photograph this morning. I want to book a flight with this flier instead!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hope.
This young eagle is shedding feathers and hoping for a chance at the dead octopus on the beach.
I hope that the eagle matures. I hope that it makes good decisions and learns self control and quiet wisdom. Don’t you?
For Mundane Monday #202 my prompt is unexpected.
In this photograph I zoomed in to capture the cormorant. I didn’t notice or expect the row of boats at all. I like the horizon effect too, as if the boats are on the edge of something, the edge of the world.
What have you captured unexpectedly? Something in a photograph that you were not aware of? Send your link and I will list them next week.
The prompt for last Monday was contrast.
Bushboy’s world illustrates beautiful Contrasts.
Have an amazing week.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt spray.
This is the eagle that was feasting on a dead octopus last week. We had to walk by to get home. We tried not to spook her, but she flew out to land on a rock just out from shore. Her wings look like the waves and the waves like her wings.