...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ...
A Journal of Sorts
to go around and around the wall
is still going no where
even though the wall does not stop you
such circlular motion
invites other walls
to meet yours
and close you in
and finally... I faced reality, stopped pretending I'm gonna find a bigger and better space real soon, and looked at this small space to see what sort of actual life I could carve out of it... so I re-arranged the room... traded one of the dressers for a desk from Ben's stuff in the garage... was able to vacuum and clean up during the rearranging (the room was so cluttered there was no floor space to actually vacuum before today)... and now I have a place for the new computer I need if I'm gonna stay online...
the bedrolls form a decent bed for my purposes... the primary purchase with the computer must be a zip drive (to replace the broken one), the software and cable to connect this laptop with the grown up computer, and a comfortable desk chair... ummmm... maybe I should check the budget?...
ironic I should think of that after buying an annual pass to Sea World today... yeah... I spent a little time visiting the dolphins and sting rays and manatees and other water friends... now all I need to find are playmates who enjoy going there... and then, the other parks... I'll go by myself cuz the park are still comfortable playgrounds for me, but I'd so much love to share again... my kingdom for a true friend and honest playmate... without or without a winning lottery ticket... waking up can get expensive in this world...
ah, but the room is clean again... and I am jolted awake for a moment... heck I even ran with the dog tonight... and that feels so good (except for the muscle pain, but that is a positive pain)... fact is I have turned into a vegetable, a soft, fluffy, tomato filled with mashed potato... and it'll take some time to actually wake up to the physical me... hmmmm... how many times have I been here before (ask a rhetorical question, get a ridiculous answer)...
