I hesitate to ask this as I know how many people can’t sell at any price–but I have been living like a grad student for most of my adult life.
Please hope that one of the people who see my apartment this week decide that it’s for them at around the price I ask. Need the vibes 🙂
Congrats Bone! He submitted to You’re Not The Only One and was accepted.
I so wish that I wrote poetry as these words seem to be perfect for it. They’re almost too easy, too cliched for me: I’m dizzy with all the change in my life. Can somebody give me a key to understanding the world as damn it I don’t?
If I wrote the above in poetry it would seem profound. Writing it in prose seems whiny. One of the earliest posts in this blog was partially in poetry but that was posted 9/04 when exactly one friend read it, aside from the people who stumbled on it at Blogger and would occasionally leave me comments telling me to move to France and other such things.
I felt much freer then. I had no expectations. Then I had many. I became blog obsessed. Writing for two blogs 24/7 will do that to you if you allow it to and I did.
In recovery now she tries to get on with her life. Dizzy from too much sun, she has to change her mindset, and find the damn key, the only one around to this house.
She has an article coming out in July that she hopes will help people understand her more. She asked for somebody else to write the article as it’s not a subject she’s in love with but she wants awareness of the subject. It’s not one of the usual “mental” disabilities. As long she’s baring her soul and letting the key to her heart out….
She hopes that she can fashion a book around it. She has another book based on something that almost happened. She feels dizzy with possibility. Really she has a migraine but that’s not one of the words. And a change is coming. Might as well be positive.
She hopes that people don’t think of her as a dizzy broad with a big mouth. Her mouth is small and she’s soft spoken. Even soft spoken for the South. The key to understanding her is knowing that she’s not her blog. No not her blog at all. Some people view her as a person who can change personas with the wind. Really the key is that her blog is one small part of her.
This change to South Carolina has been good for her. The temperature is higher in New York. She likes hot weather and sort of wishes she was there for an early June heat spell as they have always been magical. She fell in love during one. She doesn’t really talk about him here as he was truly nice. They almost got married but….Understanding all the marriage proposals and how she didn’t want to change for each man is another key element to understanding her.
Men would try to change for her. That man wanted to be known to her as an East Indian James Dean. He would come to work in his best Dean imitation clothes. He never had to change clothes at work or after.
They, she and him–not his clothes, were key to the operation of the office and could dress and do what they wanted. She remembers him with much affection. His mood swings made her dizzy then. She did have an ability to pick men who could change moods with the turn of a key.
Really now she wants what she has wanted since she can remember. She wants to hear one song, just one that holds the key to life.
She won’t be participating in the next two 3WW’s as she’s going to New York to witnesss a big change in her favorite seventeen year old’s life; high school graduation. She has to see her favorite almost fourteen year old before last summer at real camp and real high school.
Their parents? Yes, they will be seen also. As she will see many old friends she really hasn’t been in contact with since that September/October that changed everything in her life. She has to swallow her pride and be nice. Unfortunately or fortunately being nice comes easily to her.
She has been accused of being an eternal optimist as if that’s a bad thing. OK, they also call her Pollyanna and Miss Mary Sunshine. She’ll take the optimist label thanks.