Sometimes, I cannot put my finger precisely on why someone’s dealings with me make me feel bad….but in spite of assuming goodwill, I continue to feel not-good. Sensitivity is, sometimes, more important than practicality…particularly amongst friends.
I do not often indulge in nostalgia, being a person who enjoys the vibrancy of the present as much as the glow of the past. But once in a while….
I posted to my birding egroup:
I have had, as usual, a lot of interesting things to do…and one of them was the Origam workshop I attended at