These Days
These days, when I want to cry, I watch i am sam. The moment in the courtroom when Lucy lies for her father starts me weeping every time.
These days, the sky looks very blue and the clouds look painted up there. Take a moment to lie in the grass and watch them float by, and everything else seems less important. I did that today.
These days, if you want to make the money you need to live in or around New York City, you have to work a job you don't enjoy, unless you're very, very lucky (Average Chances of Instant Success are 1:4,327,912). I still don't have that.
These days, if I have an idea that I want to try, I don't tell people I know will step all over it. I need the confidence to figure things out as I go, to not be disappointed by failure.
These days, if I need cheering up, I don't talk to Jay, or Katy, or people in Boston or New York or Chicago or Connecticut or California or Alaska. I talk to Jeanette.
Jeanette is my third roommate, and she's an odd-ball, but that doesn't bother me. Sometimes she can be kind of cute when she's talking about some new scheme she's cooking up. She's always working on projects, and she never takes no for an answer. She has big ideas, and they don't always work out, but that never stops her from trying.
This is Jeanette:
Yes; she's in a washing machine.
She's sort of dating a guy right now who has a kid, and we think he wants her to marry him. We don't think this is a good idea, and we're wrestling with the question of whether or not it's a healthy relationship for her to be in.
This is a food pyramid:
Notice that marriage isn't one of the five major food groups. It's not even dessert.
When I'm feeling down, Jeanette is there with a Chinese roll and a smile to help me feel better - and not by giving me a hug, either, but by talking me through it. When only two people showed up to my training and I was feeling discouraged, she helped me to get back on my feet.
I don't have a picture of my feet. But here's a picture of me in a trenchcoat:
That's Alex in the background. He's not really drunk.
Anyway, I guess this is my way of saying thank you to Jeanette, for being there when I needed her. Comfort is great, but sometimes I think I just need a friendly ear to listen to what's wrong and help me find a path through it.
This is a path:
"When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."
God didn't tell me that story; I've never been much religious, and wouldn't have given the story a second thought if not for who it was that told it to me: Jeanette.
These days, the sky looks very blue and the clouds look painted up there. Take a moment to lie in the grass and watch them float by, and everything else seems less important. I did that today.
These days, if you want to make the money you need to live in or around New York City, you have to work a job you don't enjoy, unless you're very, very lucky (Average Chances of Instant Success are 1:4,327,912). I still don't have that.
These days, if I have an idea that I want to try, I don't tell people I know will step all over it. I need the confidence to figure things out as I go, to not be disappointed by failure.
These days, if I need cheering up, I don't talk to Jay, or Katy, or people in Boston or New York or Chicago or Connecticut or California or Alaska. I talk to Jeanette.
Jeanette is my third roommate, and she's an odd-ball, but that doesn't bother me. Sometimes she can be kind of cute when she's talking about some new scheme she's cooking up. She's always working on projects, and she never takes no for an answer. She has big ideas, and they don't always work out, but that never stops her from trying.
This is Jeanette:
Yes; she's in a washing machine.
She's sort of dating a guy right now who has a kid, and we think he wants her to marry him. We don't think this is a good idea, and we're wrestling with the question of whether or not it's a healthy relationship for her to be in.
This is a food pyramid:
Notice that marriage isn't one of the five major food groups. It's not even dessert.
When I'm feeling down, Jeanette is there with a Chinese roll and a smile to help me feel better - and not by giving me a hug, either, but by talking me through it. When only two people showed up to my training and I was feeling discouraged, she helped me to get back on my feet.
I don't have a picture of my feet. But here's a picture of me in a trenchcoat:
That's Alex in the background. He's not really drunk.
Anyway, I guess this is my way of saying thank you to Jeanette, for being there when I needed her. Comfort is great, but sometimes I think I just need a friendly ear to listen to what's wrong and help me find a path through it.
This is a path:
"When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."
God didn't tell me that story; I've never been much religious, and wouldn't have given the story a second thought if not for who it was that told it to me: Jeanette.