technical difficulties
the battery on my cell phone is having trouble staying charged long enough to make a call. I bought a new one, but it's not here yet, and to be honest, I don't really feel like talking by the time it is legal (aka free)
sometimes, driving home, these small towns seem so idyllic. Sparkling water, shades of emrald, couples strolling. as hard as it is to leave the house once i am back again, i am tryinging hard to get out of the neighborhood. as soon as i reach the tall grass and the sounds of the outside world, i feel relieved
i find myself bouncing back and forth from cranky as all hell to soothed by the things I appreciate. sorry about that. i have been composing, in my head, almost every day, a letter of thanks to my boss for taking the chance on me. i love what we are doing for those kids.
it is just hard to find release. i get home and i've been talking, reading, spelling all day, and the last thing i want is a tv, computer screen, book, paper, conversation....most of the time, anyway. the nasty kind of alone that secretly wants company- but i want a boat, a long stretch of road, julius or my friend the cormorant.
i am learning so much about this world- i am so grateful for the opportunities i have, for my family for putting up with me and putting me up, for the freebies and partience. i don't know how i would make it with out them. i don't know how anyone could. how did nine to five become the american dream? but i understand and money just flows through my finger tips.
i am tired, but i didn't want to forget to say hi.
sometimes, driving home, these small towns seem so idyllic. Sparkling water, shades of emrald, couples strolling. as hard as it is to leave the house once i am back again, i am tryinging hard to get out of the neighborhood. as soon as i reach the tall grass and the sounds of the outside world, i feel relieved
i find myself bouncing back and forth from cranky as all hell to soothed by the things I appreciate. sorry about that. i have been composing, in my head, almost every day, a letter of thanks to my boss for taking the chance on me. i love what we are doing for those kids.
it is just hard to find release. i get home and i've been talking, reading, spelling all day, and the last thing i want is a tv, computer screen, book, paper, conversation....most of the time, anyway. the nasty kind of alone that secretly wants company- but i want a boat, a long stretch of road, julius or my friend the cormorant.
i am learning so much about this world- i am so grateful for the opportunities i have, for my family for putting up with me and putting me up, for the freebies and partience. i don't know how i would make it with out them. i don't know how anyone could. how did nine to five become the american dream? but i understand and money just flows through my finger tips.
i am tired, but i didn't want to forget to say hi.