From the Autobiography workshop in 1985:

When I’m depressed, nothing interests me.  At other times I enjoy many things:

Among these are drawing, sketching, cutting and pasting, writing, browsing in the library or second hand thrift shop, singing, looking for Indian artifacts in plowed fields after a rain, brainstorming  or discussing ideas with a friend, smelling the earth after it rains, looking at rainbows, feeling the warmth of a purring cat, exchanging soul gazes with my pet dog,  sharing food with friends, laying out under the stars, reading aloud with an intimate, snuggling under the covers while the rain patters on the roof, singing Christmas carols, the lit Christmas tree, walking on the beach collecting gifts from the sea, attending a Quaker meeting, viewing a sunset, picking and enjoying flowers, speculating on strange encounters, genealogy, watching a heart-warming movie, a good mystery novel…

More recently: blogging.

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FUN TO IMAGINE —  Here are the stones my daughter brought me from the beach in Washington State (my middle name is Stone), and my daughter just reminded me that my son-in-law’s name is Carpentier, and he’s a fancy carpenter.  Just fun to think about outrageous things: