with the patch. I am keeping my "eyes on the prize", however. The cravings always pass. I create a distraction with either envisioning myself doing something I want to do, but would be unable to do, if I continued smoking (such as ripping down a muddy trail with my mountain bike), or running a few miles and feeling great afterwards. I must note, of course, that I am not currently doing either of these things, but during this summer I will. [I must use definitive words, of course.] I am still smoke free. If those things don't work, I just distract myself with something else. I can't believe it's been a day shy of three weeks. Time sure flies.
Class
We had our fiction class yesterday. We discussed characterization and all read either a description of a major and/or minor character, or examples of dialogue we had done. It was actually interesting and informative. We found out that on average, women tend to describe their characters as they relate to other characters in the book, whereas men are more likely to describe their characters using accomplishments, etc. Interesting, but not surprising, of course. The examples of character descriptions read by the class were interesting and pretty good, I must say. Remember the woman who insisted on reporting as to the status of her nipples? Well, guess who she picked as her main character? Brace yourself for a surprise...her boobs. This lady has a real obsession with breasts. Her own, anyway. Her attire lends credence to this idea. She was too "shy" to read the description herself, so another woman in the class read it for her. I can only imagine what she comes up with next.
Billy the Goat
When we got home from class, we heard "Billy" the goat in the distance. As you may recall, he escaped the other day and ended up paying us a visit. Well, Delores called back to him, and by the time we got into the house, it sounded like his "baaaa" got much closer. I looked out of the screen door and he was standing by the car. We spent some time with him (even Seven liked him - she wasn't afraid like I thought she was - they sniffed each other nose-to-nose). I tried to call the owners but there was no answer, and no voice mail. We opened the garage door and began working on our respective art projects and put down a blanket for him. He laid down on the blanket and relaxed, watching us paint, and chilling out to Moby. His owner showed up after a while and was surprised to hear that Billy was just chillin'. He took Billy back home and I watched them walk away. Billy was pulling back as if he didn't want to leave. We have been calling for him today. No luck yet. ____________________________________________________