is 45.

 counted my purses and bags last night. guess how many I have. just guess.

 78 million artists in need of a benefactor.

 I haven't felt this awful in a long time.

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On the way to Kate's work there is one of those bilboards for the lottery with the changing numbers. this morning it was 47 million. and so it read, "47 million artists in need of a benefactor" count me in please.

 I know I haven't written too much here recently. To be honest there hasn't been a whole lot to write about. Kate is home and back to work. I am still looking for a job here. Next week, I will be starting some writing classes at a writer's institute in town. I am excited and nervous; excited to feel the inspiration that comes only from being ( Read more... )

I just had a call from my mum. She told me my Uncle Chris died of a fast growing Lymphoma, New Year's Day. I had not seen him in 9 years, so my memories of him are dim. Still, I am sad.

Growing up, I always knew he was ill, there was talk of medications and staying on them. My freshman year of college, Chris had a spychotic break. He clawed out his ( Read more... )

I lived and put down roots. made friends, aquaintences, and folks I'm good with not seeing ever again. but I took the time to do that. and now, I miss them. I walk around here and think of things they would like or at least find interesting. and my heart pulls. and I wonder when I will see them again. I am not willing to relinquish ownership, not ( Read more... )

 I am sitting here at French Meaddow Bakery and Cafe. I am eating a mini apple pie, drinking dark coffee and watching the wind outside. It's about 19 degrees outside.  In a few miutes I will start the arduous task of Looking For a Job, which I was supposed to have started Monday.