Just some thoughts.
My father is in D.C. at the moment, and so I was left in charge of his new pride and joy Baxter (aka Baxter the dog I know). As I finished with his regimented morning routine of letting him in the backyard to go "outside", taking his medication or "pills" in the form of peanut butter licked off my index finger and then feeding him a big scoop of kibble... It's also important for me to praise him after wards, my father says that it's a good idea to praise a dog after they have finished eating, that way they know eating is a good thing (even more so then they already naturally or inherently would). All of this is done so in case your dog stops eating, you know that something is deathly wrong, because you dog, like most people loves to eat. That was some A+ Charles wisdom right there.
Anyway, to the heart of the matter, as I was returning home from my fathers house, I pulled up into my drive way, and for the first time I took notice of the fact that there were now three cars residing on our property. My mothers accident related enterprise rent-a-car (progressive insurance payed for that, we use Horace Mann (as in the first president of Antioch College, as well as other creepy things), my martin luther king jr. way in Oakland insurance money car, and alberts used, got at a really great deal from some guy he knows bmw. I wondered what the neighbors must be thinking over the past few months that I've been back in Ohio. Normally there would be 2 cars at a time, in recent years mostly his car, followed by mine on some occasions. Now there are people who live on my street who have always had 3-4 cars either in their garage, drive way or curb, some people even have 6 to 7 (their catholic and they have 4 sons who don't ever seem to leave). I ask this because every neighbor I see, most of them I've been "seeing" in some form over the past 19 years (being how long my mother has lived in this house) asks me how long I'll be staying. And that's something that has never really bugged me until now (and really it's not just neighbors, it's anyone I've ever met in Columbus, who knows of my Antioch based transient lifestyle). Over the past four/five years most people have gotten used to my comings and goings and so have I, and I rather like them, because otherwise why would I move so much? And really, I don't feel like I've moved that much at all, I'd like to do more moving and I will (point noted). Most recently I've been gone for a year living in Oakland, CA and most people know that, so when they randomly see me one afternoon, they just as randomly expect me to disappear the next. (this is a long convoluted heart I know, but really it's less complex and just plain long... okay, okay.) So why is this such a big deal to me? ... I walked through my door and said to myself, "why can't a person just come home?" and when I say come, it implies movement, as if soon there will be a go... and there will be a go, hopefully to graduate school, but that's not for sometime... which will undoubtedly go by very quickly. But really come means "BE"... Why can't I just BE home. Be At, Be with, Be in... Home. As much as I find fault with the city of Columbus, Ohio; the local government, places & institutions within "her", and the people who I can't seem to understand, this place is my only home, and will probably be the only place I truly call "home". So what is stopping me from really, and I mean really being "HERE"?
Oh, so I start my new job on Monday at 10am and then at 4:15 (I get off of work at 2, it's PT) I have another job interview at the main library (which is where I work) for a higher paying, more challenging either PT or FT position. Wish me luck. She seemed a little sour on the phone on Friday. Oh well.
Also the stalking of B/N AV guy (who's official work uniform is a brown button down shirt, brown slacks and really nice brown shoes) is going as expected.
Anyway, to the heart of the matter, as I was returning home from my fathers house, I pulled up into my drive way, and for the first time I took notice of the fact that there were now three cars residing on our property. My mothers accident related enterprise rent-a-car (progressive insurance payed for that, we use Horace Mann (as in the first president of Antioch College, as well as other creepy things), my martin luther king jr. way in Oakland insurance money car, and alberts used, got at a really great deal from some guy he knows bmw. I wondered what the neighbors must be thinking over the past few months that I've been back in Ohio. Normally there would be 2 cars at a time, in recent years mostly his car, followed by mine on some occasions. Now there are people who live on my street who have always had 3-4 cars either in their garage, drive way or curb, some people even have 6 to 7 (their catholic and they have 4 sons who don't ever seem to leave). I ask this because every neighbor I see, most of them I've been "seeing" in some form over the past 19 years (being how long my mother has lived in this house) asks me how long I'll be staying. And that's something that has never really bugged me until now (and really it's not just neighbors, it's anyone I've ever met in Columbus, who knows of my Antioch based transient lifestyle). Over the past four/five years most people have gotten used to my comings and goings and so have I, and I rather like them, because otherwise why would I move so much? And really, I don't feel like I've moved that much at all, I'd like to do more moving and I will (point noted). Most recently I've been gone for a year living in Oakland, CA and most people know that, so when they randomly see me one afternoon, they just as randomly expect me to disappear the next. (this is a long convoluted heart I know, but really it's less complex and just plain long... okay, okay.) So why is this such a big deal to me? ... I walked through my door and said to myself, "why can't a person just come home?" and when I say come, it implies movement, as if soon there will be a go... and there will be a go, hopefully to graduate school, but that's not for sometime... which will undoubtedly go by very quickly. But really come means "BE"... Why can't I just BE home. Be At, Be with, Be in... Home. As much as I find fault with the city of Columbus, Ohio; the local government, places & institutions within "her", and the people who I can't seem to understand, this place is my only home, and will probably be the only place I truly call "home". So what is stopping me from really, and I mean really being "HERE"?
Oh, so I start my new job on Monday at 10am and then at 4:15 (I get off of work at 2, it's PT) I have another job interview at the main library (which is where I work) for a higher paying, more challenging either PT or FT position. Wish me luck. She seemed a little sour on the phone on Friday. Oh well.
Also the stalking of B/N AV guy (who's official work uniform is a brown button down shirt, brown slacks and really nice brown shoes) is going as expected.