  Got a phone call today from a farmer that wants Kurt and I to pick blueberries for him. I'm going to give him a call later on, find out the vitals of the situation.
He mentioned on the message that the fun begins monday. It could be nice, outside for the rest of the summer, not to mention getting eaten by flies while being sunburnt doing back breaking labour. Yo ho! Well, we will see, anyhow, the sooner we leave the store, the better. It feels like an impending breakup, or nauseousness - want to get it over and done with, cleanly and quickly. It was stickier than a Situation in the kitchen tonight, and comepletely unbusy. The highlight of the night was finding a MommyCat on the side of the road whilst driving Delicious home. Kurt, Delicious and I spent the better part of an hour trying to determine if the MommyCat was a stray, and where her kittens were. No luck determining either, and the cat went home with Delicious. Tomorrow, a search will be made. I'm sort of hoping for a kitten, or perhaps MommyCat herself. Selfish me. I wanted to take her home tonight. Unfair to her, of course, not to mention her family, both people and feline. (Assuming she has the people bit - she was in good shape, but reaaaaaaal skinny.
) I studied Philsophy in university, and I hate, loathe, de-fricken-spise debate. I wonder when that happened; I used to lie in wait for unsuspecting Mormons. I took an inordinate amount of glee running them about. I was a mediator for Philosophy Society. I was all about the debate, the thrill of the point well made. Not so much anymore. I have an internet friend who tried to debate ethics, the existance of God, and so on and so forth, and I find I really don't have the stomach for it anymore. I'm not learning anything from these debates, and my friend is certainly not broadening his world view, either. It's pointless. That would not have stopped me previously. Debate for debate's sake, and all that. Guess I'm getting older, and more mellow. Fine by me, really, in essence, all I seem to get from debates I've had in the last year or so is a severe case of irritation.
And, unlike thoughts previous, i'm way more interested in finding out what another person thinks, rather than attempting to bend them to my way of thinking. Right now, I don't give a wet slap whether or not they think my beliefs are even credible. Mellowing out? Or getting lazy? You be the judge. 
