Mood: don't ask
Topic: geology et al
I've been reading an old book on the geology of Minnesota. Strange, I saw that book in Grandpa's bookcase for years but I don't recall opening it. I read most of the books in his private library, didn't I?
Today I pondered this moldy book and its fascinating concepts. Geologists use indirect clues to guess at the earth's age: the known rate of erosion and depositing said erosion into sedimentary rocks. The rate of radioactive decay. The fossils.
Although my knowledge of geology is sporadic and sparse, it is very real to me and not at all academic. Since my earliest childhood I have held in my hands rocks, fossils, crystals, dinosaur bone, ely greenstone, geodes that my elders used to make decorative objects and they took a great interest in the origins of these materials. I guess I never realized or valued this knowledge nor could I foresee the day that it would become so important to me.
But I have other interests. Writing. The farm. My part time secretarial job.
I'm thinking about writing a play. I can't afford to take the time; I should be writing the stories I can sell for the money to pay bills. But it's all related.
I have taken up painting as a hobby and I have created four complete failures. I don't mind that my paintings look like cartoons but it would be nice if the people looked like they are supposed to look, albeit cartoon-like.