Psyche; The Yard - Chapter LVIII; Pensive I - Chris Rice; Pensive II - James Dean

I think I made some comment, or I may not, about feeling weird yesterday. As though all the demons of the psyche wanted to come out and play: OCD, depression, bipolar, unbridled anger. I have no idea why.

Yes, I do. A lot of it has to do with money. Because I have to be careful about what I do, I feel confined and restricted. As I've learned indulging in the ritual act of purchase is a side effect of depression.

"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed."

I scoured the yard for debris of which there was far more than I anticipated. I used the reciprocating saw to cut down about ten hedge bushes that had grown to the size of small trees. I pitch forked pine needles and soil into two garbage containers. I'm sure the garbage collector will be thrilled to see my neat collection of plastic containers.

I mentioned something the other day about photos of people who appeared pensive - as though caught off stage. A friend sent me a really neat pic of author Chris Rice that I really like. Links are available at Pensive Guys.

I could not possible pass up photos of individuals looking pensive without mentioning James Dean. Brooding, intense, indifferent,sulking, reflective. Links are also available at Pensive Guys.

PAX!