Just read Laurie's blog about being a wife and having a husband and child and all of the cyclical, reciprocal love going on. Gave me goosebumps, which I relate to the Spirit. That was awesome.

 

Been feeling the Spirit a lot lately, in small doses and in simple places. I've always believed that if you are able to feel the Spirit, something, somewhere in your life is on track. That is a happy knowledge.

 

So Superglue, huh?! This is *THE* miracle substance--who knew? Not I, I suppose. Colour me enlightened! My work pants split along the seam, and I don't have a needle or thread, so I dabbed some on, and voila! My fingers crack something fierce in this dry-cold-winter weather, right under the nail. I've tried bandages with large amounts of salve underneath. I've tried sleeping with socks on my hands with coats of vaseline underneath, to no avail. Dabbed some superglue on those bad boys: all better. Funny, sometimes the answers aren't stereotypical, but they're still right...

 

Song lyrics for the day, with much love to/for Janis Joplin:

 

 

Had a few thoughts last night about the proverbial "Great and Spacious Building" noted in Lehi's dream in the Book of Mormon. Funny thing, perspective shifting...I wonder if the people in the building aren't so much taunting and ridiculing those on the path to the tree, but rather sending out cries for relief. Perhaps they are lonely--you know, the old cliche lonely in a room full of people...oughtn't we ease that loneliness? Eh...

the catch-all, cure-all; a medicine for all that ails ya. Really. It's always better in the morning, no? And I highly recommend sleeping with the TV on: that means conversation never really stops.

 

Woot.

 

 

Once upon a time there was a woman: my friend. She was beautiful--naturally platinum blonde, if you can imagine; eyes the dusky blue colour of the sky on a fair summer day; cheekbones to die for, and those full pouty lips some pay a pretty penny for. When she smiled her eyes crinkled in the corners in that way that's just joyful. She was vivacious and lively and could make anyone grin without effort on her part. Ya know what I mean? Last night I saw something else, someone or some-just-thing take over that. How does that happen? How does one with so much--I don't know, potential (too cliche, but you get my jist)--not realize who they are??? She called me, or rather slurred at me through the cell phone speaker to ask if I could please come and get her and then get her home. She rolled in and I looked at her face and saw so much emptiness in her eyes it startled me. Her nose ran like a child's and she smelled of her own recent urination. She was so tiny against my frame as I kinda carried her to the truck to take her home. I helped her on with her seatbelt, as her own fingers fumbled to latch it herself--and there were the eyes again. Terror-ful and frightened and angry and lost...

 

Long night, it was.

 

Sorry for the sadness. Feels better to write it, sometimes.

 

Over and out.

 

***couldn't think of a title so picked my favourite generic brand...Ü

Sweet men will sing a sea-faring song...a dear strong woman

coos

gently along.

Good guys at the cozy are

serving folks for free--

(you ever noticed)

there's so many people and bands in the city!...

 

...the moon shines for you...

 

(with apologies to Lisa Loeb)

 

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