i should learn to start measuring risks with a felt tape or string. it’s always good to be cautious, and to weigh the plates, and cardboard boxes and styrofoam containers.

see the thing is this: i have always been reckless over certain life things, and while it’s good to throw caution to the wind (and rain and thunderstorms) sometimes – it would have saved me a whole heap of trouble and time if only i could be more:

practical
logical
cautious.

Oh bother. On another note, I miss flowers tied up in brownpaperpackages and brown string. I am also reminded of the psalms, thirtytwo-eight, that was hastily written on my blue post-stick that’s on my office wall. I remember the day I wrote it, and how I scribbled in my new black pen (+ smooth ink).

Today, I remember again.