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A Journal of Sorts
"round, round get around
I get around"
~ Beach Boys ~
or is that here we go loop de loop?... the reference is primarily to the driving I did today, but life is not far from loopy just the same... a complete half circle of almost 100 miles around the northern half of almost all of the Orlando Metropolitan area was asked of the car today and it seemed to do fine... I'd draw a picture, but I don't have the RAM or disk space for graphics doodling these days... I suppose I could cop a map off some site, but the telephone line is in use at the moment and who knows if I'll be in more of a mood to doodle with graphics files later... perhaps if there's a clamour for the sun rising over Orlando (SR434) with the horizon being a relatively straight line across downtown (SR50)... map afficianados should have enough information to doodle it themselves by now J
hey, I'm actually smiling huh?... well, the phone works... finally, after six days of lost calls and opportunities, I can access the new voice mail for the old number again... maybe some late resume reviewers will leave a message (I'm not holding my breath... in fact, the worklife should be switching from job hunting to starting over any day now... and the irony of starting over should not be lost in the obscurity of my babbles (alas, it should only be a double fantasy f wishes were ever to come true for me)... sighs too...
after the interviews (worklife linked below) I drove over to Rasputin's cuz he had one of his over rare days off... he works almost as many hours some weeks as I did in 1999... what can I say, the man loves his lobsters J
we hung out around his house and somehow completely ignored the occasional reminders we'd hear (some from our own voices) about the yard work and other stuff that was tentatively on the to do list for today... Raspy worked hard making french toast for six and a half and then we just vegged a while... TV, computer games, game boys and the telephones occupied us... wishing I was 4 years old again, though with different family shuffles...
Ben is back in town with his wife and child... yes, while he's no Al Bundy, he is once again married with children... so nice when it works... maybe it'll happen to me one day... after all, my highest aptitude scores are nurturer and lover... I think they used to call it housewife and mother J
maybe these optimistic smiles will last... for the moment, it hinges on worklife so I can get my stuff back (hoping it's still safe) and start a new life again... all I need to do is keep the poisonous people out of striking distance and I'll be fine... sigh... I think I've been beat up well enough to justify saying no more trying to help in my personal life for a while...
life is much better when I surround myself with healthy people... there just seems to be fewer and fewer ever year... maybe it's just where I hang out... and my own energy aura thing too... yeah, run... exercise... eat healthier... isolate myself even more from the people around me who don't do any of these things... hope they won't be too insulted since I'm freeloading in their space these days... alas, who understands...
I mean no harm
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