I joined the O Club today. One of my professors is big into Oprah and although I'm pretty late in the game for hopping on the O bandwagon, it's better late than never, right? Call it a typical "woman" move, but there's nothing wrong with a little inspiration every now and then . . .
In fact, last night I came home to the delightful smell of tacos. (Not being sarcastic here.) I love having roommates who A. cook for each other, and B. care about each other. One of my roommates asked me where I'd been and said he thought I typically got home from class around 6:30 instead of 8:00. Seriously, touched my heart a little. I love George and Stella, but they can't exactly show the same kind of concern. They just want to make sure I'm feeding them their wet food every morning, BUT last night we had a little revelation. I signed off on a skype date with my loverface and next thing I know, I have a George-hat and Stella-necklace. A STELLA necklace. This was huge for us--and now I KNOW she loves me and I'd even stretch it to say she cares. Yes, I'm blogging about my cats again . . . look, there really are no limits to love and I'll take it where I get it.
And so I digress . . .
To thoroughly understand the world, to explain it, to despise it, may be the thing great thinkers do. But I'm only interested in being able to love the world, not to despise it, not to hate it and me, to be able to look upon it and me and all things with love and admiration and great respect. - Herman Hesse
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