Agape

Today, I woke up thinking about love. I love love. It's human nature. I rather like the agape sort of love, where love is a choice, an effort, an intentional act. I googled it and came up with a fairly suitable definition:

Agape - means to choose to seek the best for others. This is a love based in the mind. We can chose to show agape love by actively thinking about, and deciding how we act toward other people. Agape love is talking about our behavior towards others, not our feelings.

I took the following pictures a while back, but forgot about them for a bit. I figured it's time to get them printed and framed. Wal-Mart one hour photo, here I come.

In other news, I love numbers. I am always counting and making little goals to reach some number in something, whether it be to increase the amount of water I drink by 8 ounces or to beat my high score in Free cell, I am always counting. Sometimes it can be an obsession. I.E. when I crochet hats. So, I'm on a mission to crochet 22 hats by the end of the break. Not 20, not 21, but 22. Because 10 seemed like not enough and 30, nearly impossible. I've made the first hat this morning. I think I'll put bows or flowers on the crown of each hat as well, because I love bows and flowers. No worries, I'll post the hats soon. On Etsy as a matter of fact. But, you must wait til all of the hats are done. That's another thing with the numbers. Until I've reached my goal, especially if it is making a certain number of somethings, no one can have them. The collection must be complete before it is presentable.

Speaking of collections, I'm a collector to the core. My latest fascination is handmade pottery, especially by Hannah Morrill, artist trading cards (mostly because it's fun to collect talents and artwork in large quantities but in manageable/ Natalie-sized sizes) and salt and pepper shakers. The salt and pepper shakers thing has been going on for years, though. Probably because my mother used to collect them and lined the walls of our dining room with such a variation of salt and pepper shakers and doilies that the room rivaled any salt and pepper shaker store, if one were to exist. Which if one does, don't tell me. That could be a dangerous place for my nearly empty wallet to enter.

Good day and happy counting for my fellow numerists.