Feeling better today.
Got up and dressed by eight. Hair done and all.
There's a vote going on in town, I'm not registered, so I didn't vote, but it's going on.
The run offs are on the twentyseventh, and the main election is in November.
We just got back from going.
I found out I live with a registered republician.
I don't know what to think of that.
I've found that I don't fit into any of the "catagories" really. (surprize surpize) I found that economically, I'm definatly right wing, and on the humanitarian side, I'm more left. I refuse to claim I'm in the middle, instead I embrace that one person can hold conflicting views and still exist as a good and decent human being.
The sky is overcast and it's rianing.
Today, it is good. (our soil has been needing it... the plants were drying up.)
Yesterday I slept all day and this morning I woke up with the understanding that my view out my window never changes... it just gets lighter or darker, and the tree either has green leaves, yellow leaves, orange leaves, red leaves, brown leaves or no leaves, resembling a giagantic twig sticking up out of the ground. The sky is either clear or overcast or filled with fluffy clouds. I notice we need to purchase some grass seed to fill in the dirt spots, and maybe some flowers, but, still... It occurs to me that my view will never change out this window. As much as I am annoyed by that fact, I am comforted, knowing that it will be there, daily. (Until I make it otherwize and get a different view. At that point, I know I can come back to this one at any time I wish.)
I still feel that I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go.
(Anyone want to go get breakfast??? My stomache is GROWLING as I havn't eaten in a day or two.)
ps. 'Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.' - Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Faber, 2005)
Got up and dressed by eight. Hair done and all.
There's a vote going on in town, I'm not registered, so I didn't vote, but it's going on.
The run offs are on the twentyseventh, and the main election is in November.
We just got back from going.
I found out I live with a registered republician.
I don't know what to think of that.
I've found that I don't fit into any of the "catagories" really. (surprize surpize) I found that economically, I'm definatly right wing, and on the humanitarian side, I'm more left. I refuse to claim I'm in the middle, instead I embrace that one person can hold conflicting views and still exist as a good and decent human being.
The sky is overcast and it's rianing.
Today, it is good. (our soil has been needing it... the plants were drying up.)
Yesterday I slept all day and this morning I woke up with the understanding that my view out my window never changes... it just gets lighter or darker, and the tree either has green leaves, yellow leaves, orange leaves, red leaves, brown leaves or no leaves, resembling a giagantic twig sticking up out of the ground. The sky is either clear or overcast or filled with fluffy clouds. I notice we need to purchase some grass seed to fill in the dirt spots, and maybe some flowers, but, still... It occurs to me that my view will never change out this window. As much as I am annoyed by that fact, I am comforted, knowing that it will be there, daily. (Until I make it otherwize and get a different view. At that point, I know I can come back to this one at any time I wish.)
I still feel that I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go.
(Anyone want to go get breakfast??? My stomache is GROWLING as I havn't eaten in a day or two.)
ps. 'Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.' - Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Faber, 2005)
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BOO! Growling tummy! Feed that sucker some pancakes! Mmmm pancakes.
Have a great day!
and i would love to go get breakfast. i'm avoiding the kitchen in this house i'm staying in because i can't bear to chit chat with people right now.