Can we really post via email?

Mobile Posting.  As if I will be traveling.  Soon taking a house with a caretaker position.  Or maybe the position comes with the house, I dunno.

Gonna be like being a dairy farmer.  Chores twice a day, morning and evening.  Open the Gate, Close the Gate.

Or, maybe like some zen thing, coming round to the same spot on the earth twice a day, some absolute physical commitment.

Mobile Posting.  Traveling.  Huh!  Guess I’ll have to go into the piles of photos taken over the last couple of years, dress ‘em up and fake a couple of travelogs.

Stop Fighting

So outside the 6:30 Friday night meeting, Tom is telling me about this therapist he had, kept saying to him “Stop Fighting, You’ve Already Won The War!” Hard to believe it may be true.

What the hell am I struggling so hard against anyway? Well the two jobs leave me pretty tired, I can riff on that a while, and then there are two ex-wives to match. Everyone understands a good x-wife story. Lots of stories that will get a nod, some understanding.

But the donkey track struggle, going round and round pushing that stone, well, is is my hooves that have worn that circular track so smooth, so deep. And I get the feeling I could go round that particular circle forever, telling the same stories. Fighting the same fights. Sometimes more work to create the ‘enemy’ than the fight itself.

But, if life is not a struggle, then what the hell am I going to do with myself, here, alone in the apartment on a Friday night?