I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
Friday, April 24, 2009
Crossroads with M C Escher Alone and Trapped
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I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
I really feel I'm at a crossroad. Not happy with my blog writing lately. This year has been so bizarre and a seesaw ride every month. Things look darker than dark then light as the twinkle in your lover's eye, all in a day. I began Twitter, FaceBook, so many people, so many thoughts---yet I have never felt more alone. Yes, I even went on Craigslist, one day before the "Craig's List Killer" hit the news. (Not that I'm worried, just another bizarre thing among so many.) I must focus again on my writing and to do that I must read more. So much to do, life was easier when I worked 40+ hrs a week; I hate roller coasters. I am a rock that just can't stop rolling. That is not me.
Picked up "The Kite Runner" from my assisted living facility's library. I had seen the movie, but a writer needs to read. So many MS projects I'm working on---new exercises, planning a new walking program, trying new aides, many things. All the while dealing with my beloveds physical trauma and ongoing illness. (Now we must both find health insurance.)
Somehow I must brush myself off, start all over again---before the ICU before her "root canal" before our move before her retirement before our lives began spinning out of control.
"Two roads..." but I see millions of roads...millions, millions, millions
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