CAVEAT: my caps key is broken.
now, indeed, with the good news, it is. With this new daylight thing, i’ve been getting up before seven. Before retiring last night, I sat here repeating to myself, “Thank you God!, Thank you God! Thank you God!” Now if Congress will stop thwarting our president and the nation, we may be able to get something done.
Across the big pond, the Euro, designed to eliminate borders and national sentiment in Europe, now unravels at the seams, as the financial secrets of Greece are exposed, pulling with them the Italians, the Spaniards, the Portuguese, and now the French are crying, “Vive La France! Oui ouant to be France a gain. Voulez-Vous leavez nous aloane.”
And, according to World news today … COLORADO and WASHINGTON just legalized marijuana for recreational use. Massasschussettsses has legalized it medicinally. And yesterday, Tammy Baldwin became the first openly gay candidate to win a U.S. senate seat. Maryland and Maine legalized same sex marriage to add the our lean nach Links.
I intend to meet Coda tonight. Before then, I still have to deal with certain people, forcing myself to find the good. One is completely on edge because of his new (fifth) baby, all pumped up with hormones or whatever goes with a sucessfully completed pregnancy. He had told me his wife was pregnant. What he did not tell me, was that she was due any day. He wrote that I had called his secretary a liar! His secretary twisted the incident to cover her ass for not having passed along a message labeled important, after four hours. I wrote him verbatim what I had said. I think the election co-incided with his birth, adding more stress. I congratulated him, asked him to step back, relax, enjoy life, breathe. I will see how he takes that. co-dependent? what me? hmm…
I thank you for standing by me, when I know you are going through your own trauma. I keep thinking what good practice this is for my life, and how one day, I will dictate to my typist the story of what I put up with to be a writer. Feel free to correct me here if I am wrong or out of line, I think you will look back on your experience and say, “wow! I made it through that. Now I can feel free to express again as an artist.”
It brings up great fear to be trapped, a prisoner, locked in my vehicle, from a maniac swearing at me in the car and giving me the finger, and to not be sure whether or not my car would start if and when he did move out of the way, and if there was enough space on my camera to catch the action. My heart was pounding as I spoke with you over the phone. This is not good for anyone.
Life is good. I must keep looking for the good. Now I have to find it in this woman, and then again, in myself before i leave the home.
Now that I don’t have to listen to the voice of mitt Romney anymore, I can move forward, listening for the little voice within, as Pokey gingerly plays a game of attack with my foot, and Muzzy, I mean Meow or Miao looks on from the sofa.
Germany has a dry cat food brand called ‘Pussy Flakes’. They also have a detergent, Fakt, pronounced ‘fucked’.” Just a piece of trivia. The morning has just begun, and I am already exhausted after an hour of editing this mail, but we won in many ways yesterday. I’m wondering about sponsorship, and this is going to be my first post on my blog in a month.
my life now,
God is within me,
seeking good in every moment,
i let go.
and so it is.