another book rec. (and my discomfort with Facebook)
I really think I need to do a bi-weekly book recommendation. Or, maybe monthly.
I also think I need to post this blog on Facebook. Problem is, I'm shy. Or something. And I'm not sure I like Facebook. It's just...I'm not overly interested in what X. had for dinner, where Y is going for vacation, or what celebrity Z. (thinks she) looks like. Plus, every once in a while, someone posts uncomplimentary pictures of me. I really have enough uncomplimentary pictures of my own. I don't need more posted on the world wide web. (Honestly, people of my high-school past: Stop It.) Ok, ok, I posted a few "old school" pics of others, but that was a long time ago. Back when I thought I might be a Facebooker. And the photos I posted were not from the 80's. So, come on.
Now, one could comment that a blog is simply Facebook at it's worst: exploiting a daily status and expounding on it. But somehow it's different. Isn't it?
Let's leave it at this: if you are reading this and you like it, then please link www.ladycordelia.com to your status one day. I would really rather if it came from you. And since I know NO ONE reads this (except my mom, who is also afriad of Facebook) I'm safe to not be posted on Facebook. (See? See what I did there?)
Brad says I am a horrible at selling myself. He's absolutely right. (It's why I was a decent songwriter but a weak performer.)
So, as Byron Katie brilliantly offers; let's love what is: myself, my blog, and my mommy as my irregular & sole reader. I'm down with it.
Ok, sooo.... here's the book:
"A Slice of Organic Life."
And on that note, I wonder if we could fit a dairy cow in our yard. I really think I might need a dairy cow. Because I love my chickens so much- I really think I could have the same affinity for a dairy cow.
It's the little things, remember? Saving chickens, home grown chard and home grown children (ok, that's a big thing) and now... milking my own dairy cow. I can see it. (can't I?)