February 14, 2005
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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!!! It’s an absolutely gorgeous, sunny day. I know, why am I sitting here? Brenda was kind enough to send me the html and how to — Well, you saw the instructions. I did them and all I got was a square with an X in it. So I sent her the card as an email. I give up.
Since I’m here I’ll tell you about my walk with T. She finally comes over here and tells me all the stuff I have to do to the house. She’s just giving me shit but my daughter’s here and they start talking about how they’ll just do it, the two of them, this weekend. You know, get a sledge hammer and start in on the downstairs bathroom.
Well, I know it’s bad, but the market’s down and I don’t want to sell any stock. And I don’t want to try and refinance until I have a job because I’ll get a better rate. So I’m on hold.
Then T and I go for a walk. I wanted to show her my new discovery down by the river. Well, of course she loves it and we are on the pretty side. She says, “It’s like we’re in a different state.” And that’s just what I thought the first time I saw it. There are benches placed here and there once you get close to the water. The trail winds down to the water’s edge and then back up to the bridge. In between that is a big, grassy, picnic area but with only one table. Then we make our way across the bridge, where I’d seen the rolled-up sleeping bag and broken bike a couple days ago. We go a little further and her pulled muscle starts to hurt so we turn back. There’s a guy standing by the bridge, and she says, “Do you have anything with you, any mace?”
I say, “No.” The guy looks harmless to me but she starts talking about how all these guys on meth will do anything to get high. How they’ll kill somebody for ten bucks. Her husband defends a lot of drug addicts I guess. He’s real paranoid and maybe that’s why it’s taken so long to get her over here. She said next time we’ll take the bikes. I don’t know, it just made me feel like she’d ruined something beautiful.
I came home and told my oldest who was still here. She said, “What do you expect. That’s what everyone thinks.” I can’t figure out if I’m nuts or they’re nuts. And Lionne, if you’re reading this, it’s Milwaukie, but where I’m talking about is south from there.
Comments (4)
A Very Happy Valentine to You…I *smile*
almost forgot….was my late day at work
got a written warning for the time I was out with the kid…
so my frown is still on my face…lol
Sounds like you and your friend had quite an afternoon
and I find myself cringing from fear almost always when I walk
by someone I think might be a little unsavory…and they
could just be down on their luck…we never know
I am laughing…just read ur comment to me…It is still a sweet day
I shall spend the evening with my sweet girl of course
I *smile*
I think we are all nuts… just in different ways. We all have our own personal quirks!…
As far as publishing goes… I have had a couple of small chapbooks of poetry published in the last year and a half, while I had time off recovering from an accident.
It’s hard to say…but I ask myself how I want to live. And remind myself that the news stations/papers sell bad news. They don’t tell you, generally, about the man who helps someone, the woman who feeds someone, the child who does a nice thing. That doesn’t sell. That’s a whole ‘nother issue (why it doesn’t sell, why “we” like bad news). I don’t want to live in a paranoid manner, yet I don’t want to put myself or my children at risk. I think you trust your gut reactions until they prove that you should not trust your instincts.