Friday, August 24, 2012
make a strong offer.
i take my advice where it falls. some of it is golden. and will stay. (ponyboy defied.)
when the time is right, a teacher will appear, say the new agers and some other wise people. . .
i'm in a position these days to make post-its and stick them up and keep them for later, when i'm not in such a deepsunk rut and spot of ineptitude.
but they are out there, i can look up from the floor and see them in their yellow-ness, just pointing out the end of the tunnel, the ways it can be... the arrival home at the shire.
then there are these times when its allright. I'm not on the floor at all, I'm at the kitchen table, which IS NOT sticky. i feel fine, things are working in a well-oiled bicycle gear fashion. I look around and feel thankful, I have a specially brewed cup of coffee and some pate for breakfast and I feel luxuriously content with my gourmet lifestyle. The kids are playing some sort of battlebased basketball game and I have a safe place for them to get dirty in. So it is not as deep a rut as I sometimes feel. and that is a gigantic but.
thank you, sir mix a lot. we all love them too.