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July 3rd, 2007 (05:38 pm)


Was planning on walking to work.

Hard, thick and wet.
And sudden.

Both bikes are out of service at the moment.
Thelonious is still dead in the HEB parking lot...
And Frances has a flat tire from the wreck several weeks ago.

I live just shy of two miles from Opal's Penn Field...but really
even with an umbrella this would be a mess.

I've made enough for rent, and a start on bills...so I have enough
to call a cab.

I feel like such an American.
Or old...not sure which/more.

It isn't as though I couldn't MAKE IT on my own steam,
I just don't want to do it.

As you can see I have gotten over the fact that my space bar doesn't work...
I want this BAD enough to POUND between each word several times.

does cut into the Flow--I must say...


Finally making money again at work. Schedule fixed.
Sleeping maybe two nights a week at THE HOUSE....
Staying up North with Daniel Tiger otherwise.
Rescued once again by my wonderful Friend...

But Damnit.
I just want something to be EASY right now.
Good stuff happening, yes.
But just a little bit more of a break....would be nice.

I'm in a holding pattern.
I want to ESCAPE!!!

Working hard to just stay above water
is not satisfying.

I don't mind busting my ass, but I would prefer
to be doing so in my own PLACE.

Had a dream last night, not a nightmare...
But it could have been.

It was in the "Running" genre.
THEY were chasing me.
It was future-specific.

If I got on a bus (large neon blue busses that traveled like bullet trains)
It could be scanned from above.... destroyed if I was found there. Blown to bits.
They were scanning for me... As I saw the machines above I ran to the door
kicked it open and JUMPED--rolling as I fell on the soft future grass that lined
the Highways.

The people on the bus didn't die...but I was in the middle of nowhere.
No shoes.

I ran and ran and ran....found a small place filled with people, businesses
like Austin.

A middle world.
Between stops.

I found people...from my past.
Bill was there.

He had a tight ponytail (i know Bill, I'm sorry, it's my subconscious okay??)
with a white stripe through it... He helped me on my way.

Gave me shoes.
Little canvas black mary-janes, brown plastic sole. Chinese shoes.

I ran some more.

I could take no transportation.
I MUST go by foot.

The places that were helpful, had helpful people...
the places BETWEEN STOPS.

People from my past, Heroes from my past...
Bought me a coffee in a little place--heard my story.
Secreted me away.

Over and over, as I ran
Someone was always there with just enough
of what I needed.

It was a long dream.

When I woke up, I wasn't afraid.

It hadn't been
a nightmare.

My head was telling me
what I know.

I exist in a community that cares for it's own.
Years pass, distance is often GLOBAL...
But we are there.

I only fail
when I turn and hide.
When I run
away from, and not to.

My mother didn't have her own pair of shoes
until she was six years old.
A Teacher gave them to her.

I know where many of my dream scapes blossomed.

I have not been running
in the right direction.

I have been too ashamed of the place I took myself to...
to run home.

Home is not a place.

You are my Home.
My Friends.
My Familia.

Cab will be here in about ten minutes...

I'm fairly certain we won't be blown to bits.


Soon I will have my own resources again,
to share.

Sometimes it takes your own head
to tell you what you know.

Guess this story would be better
if I walked to work under eastland's umbrella....

But Tiger, it's wet out there--and I need
a cab.


Off to work.........


Posted by: Our Lady of Perpetual Meanderings (twistedcat)
Posted at: July 3rd, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)

if i sent you an external keyboard to attach to your computer, would that help? what does the place where it would connect to your computer look like? we have a few keyboards lying around, i might have one that would work.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 08:07 am (UTC)

zutory, my dear Friend who GAVE me Cassandra...
is sending me a replacement keyboard.

But Thank-you.

You my sweet Kitty-Cat, just illustrated my story.

*hugs you hard*

Posted by: sleightgirl (sleightgirl)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 02:24 am (UTC)
Cheshire Cat

Everyone deserves to get driven somewhere sometimes (and I don't mean crazy)...a little extravagance can make a girl feel good.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 08:08 am (UTC)
Don't Panic



Posted by: lolliejean (lolliejean)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 02:52 am (UTC)

Loving you Gingergirl. Yep. ; ) xo

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 08:09 am (UTC)

Right back at ya.


Posted by: Orin (rin_o)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 05:03 am (UTC)

so, were you facing the right way when you got back from work?

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 08:12 am (UTC)


Yes I was.


One of my Co-Workers stayed late...
helped me close, and drove me home.

Now THAT...
That is FLAIR.


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