Good evening from BLM land in Tucson. We’ve been here since Friday. Joe went to the junk yard with $200 of my money on Saturday and hasn’t returned. Consistent abatement and “I’m coming”‘s. Honestly miffed by now. Haven’t gone on the hike I wanted. Can’t go to the store because he conveniently left his bike and chair and those would get stolen if left unattended. So, I’ve been waiting, trying to be patient and give him space because he just gave up on the ice box I am.
Anyway, I’ve been jewlering and knitting, trying to be social through my anxiety. The kids have been playing in dirt holes created by sandy and ari’s dog, pony boy. We have quite the camp tonight before tomorrow breaks it up. Sandy and Ari, Kenny, Cassie, Emet, and Soup pulled in just after dark. It’s nice having a conglomeration form from thin air. A little further off are Scott, his wife, and Steve, and Pat kinda floats around. He seems lost in a way.
Right now the kids have been asleep for two hours, we had a cuddle puddle cuddle-camp would be jealous of. I’m curled up with Rhea underneath my twinkle lights. I took some time to be social with the ladies after putting the boys down. It’s a steep contrast from the solitary day with a few guys bouncing about to the loud chitchat that ensues amongst three ladies, an ari and Kenny. We’ll see how tomorrow is with Soup here and Joe coming to get his bike and chair. Maybe I’ll get the hood on.
One of my subjects on the list is to talk about my future writing projects. It’s a short topic out of the list, but I’m tired and le nap wont be enough. One of my impending projects is my dog’s story, out of her perspective. She may “only” be a chihuahua but she’s traveled to Europe and back, been hit by a car, and incarcerated. She’s my everything and I want to really see her world and experience, what better way than to write it. I imagine myself writing it on an old timey typewriter, but that seems impractical, so maybe just at a desk.
Besides rhea’s biography, I want to somewhat summarize my own journey. I want to go through all my journal, facebook, instagram, and wordpress entries and make a full on autobiography? Kind of. I dont know. I feel like my story could be much more about the people I’ve met. It could also be, like Katrin suggested years ago, a corky off the beaten path “how to life” guide. Not saying I know how to life, but I feel like I’m considerate enough about alternative perspectives and experiencables that an attempt couldn’t hurt. It could be very comical at the least.
At any rate, my writing days are far from over, though this day is rapidly on the downward spiral.
I hope, where ever you are, you’re well and comfortable. Ready to dive into your next task? I’m diving into my pillow.
Good night and loving you!
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Otherwise, you could also click around my blog and find the donations page 😉
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