You wouldn't believe it.

I've been sleeping by candlelight. Because I thought there was no electricity in the house I'm reclaiming. It's a long story that I'll eventually write. Today I found out that the main breaker was just switched off. The woman linewomwn, I guess they are called now, did her best to console me with all kinds of sentences. She finally found one beginning with, something about learning something. And she's right.

I slept, as I said by candleloght, in the cold, it was cold last week, trying two men...to see who cared the most......

The jerk who has the nastiest persona won.

I'm disgusted, let me tell you.

And the neighbors, the neighbors, who watch the goings on, and with nothing better on tv, I assume, talk about me. The neighbors, mind you, saw me bringing in the wood today, lots of it for the recovering of my home. The rescuing of it from the destructive winds of my sins of long ago. I've repented finally. I'm as disgusted, possibly, as God was when he allowed it to be demolished and ravished by friends and strangers alike.

Love you, sigh.

Doing it

I'm walking. My feet aren't hurting too badly. When they do, I know it's time to walk. I received some great insights last night for critical memoir of my life, putting the slices all together. Thank God that they are all fitting into place. That's the main thing. And I believe in harmony. We might not like the pieces, but God is a God of order, and eventually our lives do make sense. The most we can, any one of us, can do is hope for the best, yes, but also try and make the best ... karma. And fear God and obey him. Keep our egos out of it as much as possible.

I'm making some jewelry for an ex- by my standards at least enemy. Hope to give it to him and a piece for his wife. Show my turn around. Gee, repentance? Sure, my inner voice says. I'll have to meditate it on the way home.

Bye.

Att last

broke through my 2 article a day wall. I did three today. plus a lot of work on house i'm buying. good day. tired now. i stopped into panera bread because my ankle started to hurt on the way home. don't need that. i'm hoping a rest will do it the justice it needs. writing though is a pleasure.

I'm behind, and sore

Years ago, I was in a car accident. Yes, my assbone got broken. Now, these many years later, it's sore when the weather changes, or I sit too long writing at my laptop. This is a problem, not lately, though, because I haven't been able to concentrate long enough to sit too long to write too long.

I wonder what your problems are, dear reader. Remember when you read a book and you were addressed DEAR reader. Well, everone I talked to so far has been a dear whether they liked it or not. There aren't any true ones, or close ones in my life, so an abundance is in place of the few.

God, I feel bad.

Just got a book mark with the text lingo on it so I can stay in the groove. This is what my parents used to laugh about around their kids, ignoring us, yeah, but now, I don't even have them. At least I don't have a memory that will remember this either. Ha!

Things I'm reading

I'm reading The God Particle, The Book Of Ruth, Minerals of the World, and misc. bio sketches of musicians on the internet.

Days of fear and trembling.

Things go on, but I feel that the hurricane is filtering through the country and stopping in to say hello all across the nation. I'm up here north of Pittsburgh and many people are without power. We were (man, I am grateful to be able to type in we here today) at a truckstop yesterday, when the lights went out for a good 40 minutes. We heard today that across the strret, someone took ten gallons of gas, poured it on himself, and lit it.

There's something about the darkness.
But there was a full moon, you say.
Well, it must have been the branches snapping and flying in the wind.
Maybe he was tired of that razor cutting his stomach muscles.
Did he die?
The informer didn't know, and life appears the same here in hooteyville, podunk, usa.