A day without rain

I'm a character.

Probably one of the reasons members of the human race find interest in my adventures, because as thespian15 stated: I live an interesting life. At least I think I do.

I wonder what the neighbors think.

Blaine and Heather, who live behind me, and the ones I talk to the most, stoped over unexpectedly, to exchange phone numbers in case either one of us had to get ahold of the other.

Blaine paints houses, Heather is an Aussie who has a beutiful garden and home schools her daughter. And I'm the gay night shift worker that lives in a big old house and makes bumps in the night.

I showed up at the door in shorts without a shirt. This isn't the first time, I have been sclad at the door. They must think that I run around the house naked.

Numbers were exchanged, and Heather gave me some fresh picked basil and chives from her garden. Fresh, hand pick herbs, and the shit.

Truely and honestly, as a tax-paying community member, I could give a damn what the neighbors think.

I'm completely packed, Borris has a sitter, and the house isn't as messy as it was a few days ago. Had a really good day, running some errons, talking to some people, and laying low. I just love me a day off.

I re-read a journal entry I wrote back in 2003. Quite shocking what I wrote compared to my current state of being. They were such mirror images of each other, I thought alot about if there was a pattern forming or not. What I concluded through my self-therapy is that.....there has to be a balance..... that we are many aspects, thoughts, and actions, and to find...peace.. that all need to be in synche.

Tying up loose ends

Daylight is comming, although it never left. The full moon kept me company last night, as a watchfull eye.

Shocked at how productive I have been over the night. I managed to clean up the basement, and the studio. The latter being the most ambitious, as prior to the clean: I couldn't walk through the door. There were nothing but piles.

However, after the fun run to Goodwill yesterday, and some creative ideas with containers, the studio looks fabulouse.

If I would get back to creating-----

I still need to tie up some loose ends: make a list of things I need to do prior to depature, work of course, and pick up a few things at the store.

But morning is comming in, and I must revert to whense, I came.

Minneapolis Bridge Update

In case people are seeing the news: Minneapolis is an hour and half drive from here. Although I have been on that bridge plenty of times, I am safe and sound at the WFMC.

So far, there isn't anyone I know who was on the bridge at that time, people are still checking in, and cell phone service has been overwhelmed. Not that I have my cell with me.

And for my own sick humor, the bridge collapse was not in any part a terrorist attack.

My thoughts go out to the Minnesota crew.