January 16, 2011 – Reorder, Refit and Redo

Every few years (or less), we reorder out tiny little house to see if we can possibly make it feel bigger. It is backbreaking work and many compromises are needed to get it done. It takes quite a bit of time, something always gets broken and we have to cobble together a fix so that we can keep moving, and there are never enough hours plus energy to accomplish every last impulsive idea bursting from hamster on the wheel of my brain.

Once complete (in the most temporary sense of the word), it is a marvel to sit in a room that has simply been reorganized, had a good bit of vacuuming and moderate clutter clearing. There is a modicum of sadness for all of my sentimental treasures now tucked away in boxes until I can figure out what to do with them. There is excitement for the space created in the hopes it will free up motivational constipation. The laundry, dishes and grocery shopping all take a hit during these spontaneous home-redos. And there are aches from lifting way beyond my doctor-prescribed weight limit way too many times.

Over all, a worthy endeavor and it helps make life run more smoothly for a few more years (or less.)

January 15, 2011 – Happy, Joy, and Bliss

If Happy was one of the seven dwarfs, then Joy and Bliss are probably his cooler, hip older sisters who taught him how to smile in the first place.

I know they are related. All involve a level of positive energy that is difficult to independently manifest out of thin air, or recreate an exact duplicate once the chaos theory has reordered the universe.

Welcome heart-roomies, Happy can often be at home without the other two, however, once Joy gets the party started, she puts a call into Bliss who will show up if she hasn’t traveled too far away.

I know Happy very well and we spend lots of time together. Joy and I are close, but on a more infrequent visitation schedule. I have met Bliss a few times over the course of my life and know we will get some more time together.

I hope I can always appreciate these grand spirits and let them stick around as long as possible whenever they show up.

Especially knowing that Sad, Sorrow, and Misery have a timeshare on the room upstairs.

 

January 14, 2011 – Liberally Not Amused

Liberal does not equal insult.

Claustrophobia can be found inside spaces equal to the size of my brain.

Progress only lasts as long as we let it.

Cold feet are really fucking annoying.

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I made a promise that I would write at least once a day, every day for 8 weeks. It’s only been three days, I think, and I have yet to be able to put more than a few sentences together. None of which are in anyway coherent or the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel to get this colossal UFO off my back.

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Nails on a chalkboard are not always just nails on a chalkboard.

Word counts are only as accurate as the words that count.

Crocodile tears wash away the clouds and drown out the thunder.

Which way to Serenity, please? I need to go off world for a spell, way out into the goram black.

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I thought I was supposed to be getting “older and wiser” – instead I’m getting “older and much-less-able-to-focus-on-any-one-thing-for-longer-than-I-can-hold-my-bladder.” I have an innate sense for life – we all do. That’s why we breathe, curse and love without fail. I seem to have misplaced one of my “n”s and put an “m” in its place, creating an entirely different experience on a day-to-day basis.

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floating above lead
fearful of poisoning falls
a violin weeps