writing exercise for the day:
She sells sea shells down by the seashore.
She sells sea shells down by the seashore.
She sells sea shells down by the seashore.
Damn, that’s just as hard to type as it is to say…
It’s not fair… everyone else is weird and cool and quirky and poetic and stuff, and I’m just so literal and boring…I really have to *reach* to come up with something that’s not just “hey, this is me, man, aren’t I straightforward and dull and boring to read?”
Guess that’s the whole reason behind forcing myself to write every day, huh? It’s odd, because I can be so different and sometimes downright bizzare in person, but put a keyboard in my hands, I become this really straightforward, no nonsense person… must be the Left Brain talking through my Right Hands…
Speaking of hands… I’m really getting used to this ergonomic keyboard of Meggie’s… I thought I would just hate it with a purple flaming passion, but, y’know? It’s a’ight. I’d hate to try to play Counterstrike on it though… *shudder*
Speaking of Meggie, she’s a snoozin on the couch in somewhat dire preparation for hanging with the Tala-meister tonight… T, keep in mind that she didn’t sleep again last night, and will have had about 2 hours by the time she gets over to your place…Love to be a fly on the wall for that gathering of the tribe…should be as, if not more, weird than I wish I could be typing… *grin*
I’m stressing about work… I really am beginning to hate driving a cab for a living… Not because I hate the job – that I kinda like, all things considered… It’s that it’s such a *racket*…what other job is there on the planet where the first 600 bucks you make aren’t even yours… Assuming I worked 7 days a week, and knocked off anytime I made 120 dollars (making 240 a week + the lease payment), I’d be working somewhere between 53-70 hours a week, and settling up at the end of the week would go like this…
Here’s 5 for us, and 2 for you…5 for us, 2 for you…
Shit, not even the IRS is that bad… it works out to something like 6.56 an hour (if it were take home wages)
On the other hand, not many jobs let you walk away with $200 in your pocket like I did last night.. and most jobs have some sort of schedule, too… *shrug*
We went and saw Kat today… It was kinda weird… she has all these pictures of cats all over her room…she raided/massacred her cat-a-day calendar for the pictures… she has them taped up like…well, sort of a wainscotting/chair-rail kind of thing, but at eye level…
She spent a lot more time talking to Meg than to me…Meg said she looked wary around me… I’m wondering just how much of it was simply exhaustion on my part that just made me quiet…
Well, it’s 7pm…time to go wake Meggie up, smooch her a short while and get my butt off to work…
She sells sea shells down by the seashore.
She sells sea shells down by the seashore.
She sells sea shells down by the seashore.
Hmmm…was easy for me, but then that’s the joy of cut and paste 🙂
Hmmm…I *thought* that looked like my handwriting! 😉
LMAO!!
Oh…Jabamba…you’re *such* a hoot!
Jon, don’t come down on yourself and your writing. One of the things I enjoy so much with you is exchanging emails. You are brilliant, in person and in writing, both. I happen to think that you’re weird and cool and quirky and a bunch of other wonderful adjectives.
Quit beating yourself up about the cab, too. You’re working hard and showing that you care – that’s really all that matters, in the big picture (yeah, my bird’s-eye view has changed a bit). 🙂
I’d like to make a correction about Kathlene – I don’t remember saying the word “wary”…but I guess the same meaning was there. To be perfectly honest, Kathlene is a runaway, literally and figuratively both. She doesn’t like to “face the music”, so to speak…and always employs those physical behaviors we notice when she’s feeling uncomfortable. <---Ahhh...that's the word I used..."uncomfortable". You know how, on phone calls, as soon as something on the more "serious" side comes up, she immediately "has to go"? Well, that's not the staff telling her to get off the phone...that's her "running away" from the truth.
There’s not a visit or a phone call that goes by where something “serious” isn’t brought up. She’s a runaway and is in trouble with the law – and has a lot of work to do…serious things need to be discussed – even if it’s only for 30 seconds out of a 10 minute call. She loves you to death and wants to see you/talk to you…but she’s also going to try to beat around the bush as long as possible to try to avoid what she hasn’t realized is inevitable. Notice how she always tries to change the subject when something serious is brought up? Notice how we were under the false impression that she was living in Disneyland only to find out later that she was getting in lots of trouble at the Home…she had just “accidently” left that part out? Notice how, today, we were spending a good, fun, time together…but when you started talking about something serious, she looked at the clock like “is their visit over yet?”. It’s just the way she is. Unfortunately, that keeps her from learning anything in life – but we do what we can to help her.
I don’t think it’s anything that you need to feel badly about, and I’m sorry if it does. As you said once before, I’m the “good cop” and you’re the “bad cop”. Of course she’s going to gravitate towards me because I tend to be direct with her in a way that she doesn’t really realize she’s being lectured. You, on the other hand, look her straight in the eyes and you tell the facts and share your expectations. Point blank. And I can respect that…but because she has a “runaway” mentality, she isn’t going to want to interact with you as much if it means hearing what she doesn’t want to hear.
But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t need to hear it…and I think you’re doing an excellent job. I love you, Pie.
Jon, don’t come down on yourself and your writing. One of the things I enjoy so much with you is exchanging emails. You are brilliant, in person and in writing, both. I happen to think that you’re weird and cool and quirky and a bunch of other wonderful adjectives.
Yeah, I went back and re-read it just now, and I suppose that particular post did show the kind of disjointed stream-of-conciousness flow that I so admire when I read it from others…*heh*
Quit beating yourself up about the cab, too. You’re working hard and showing that you care – that’s really all that matters, in the big picture (yeah, my bird’s-eye view has changed a bit). 🙂
Showing that I care doesn’t pay the rent, though…(‘course, if it did, we’d be living in one of those $700,000 duplexes across the way, huh?) We’ll muddle through, however…
…but because she has a “runaway” mentality, she isn’t going to want to interact with you as much if it means hearing what she doesn’t want to hear.
But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t need to hear it…and I think you’re doing an excellent job. I love you, Pie.
You are your usual insightful self, beloved… Thank you… I needed to hear that… 🙂
-J.