December Determination ~ Week 4
Chill, I once worked very hard to fall for a tall handsome fellow who (coincidentally) had a house in Mallorca (as well as a big ranch in South America, a house made out of an old church in Italy, a house in Santa Fe, you know the scene) and I could not muster a single spark of desire. You would think all that money and charm would have had some sort of kindling point and it really made me furious with myself, but if it?s not there, there is in nothing worse than going through the motions (so to speak)
. I would rather be alone and poor, at least then one is free. By the way, my old friend and I have never crossed swords, we just have a very bleak and dark humor that many people would likely find upsetting or depressing. I find huge relief there but I also find odd comfort in sad music. I loved reading Cyn?s description of her Feaste. Pass the hemlock. Hold my sword so that I might run upon it. Reminded me of time I got caught up in a really slow and seemingly endless rendition of the Hokey Pokey with a bunch of elderly gentlemen in bathing suits, ?that?s what it?s all about?. Sometimes things just can't be any funnier. Today we are having weather that is all over the place, a mini white out while I was flailing to fill up my truck, followed by bright sun, and then big fat flakes (snow that is) that seemed stuck in midair. Quite the drama. Off to make curried lentils and a big fire. Love, Ladybird.
Chill, I once worked very hard to fall for a tall handsome fellow who (coincidentally) had a house in Mallorca (as well as a big ranch in South America, a house made out of an old church in Italy, a house in Santa Fe, you know the scene) and I could not muster a single spark of desire. You would think all that money and charm would have had some sort of kindling point and it really made me furious with myself, but if it?s not there, there is in nothing worse than going through the motions (so to speak)
. I would rather be alone and poor, at least then one is free. By the way, my old friend and I have never crossed swords, we just have a very bleak and dark humor that many people would likely find upsetting or depressing. I find huge relief there but I also find odd comfort in sad music. I loved reading Cyn?s description of her Feaste. Pass the hemlock. Hold my sword so that I might run upon it. Reminded me of time I got caught up in a really slow and seemingly endless rendition of the Hokey Pokey with a bunch of elderly gentlemen in bathing suits, ?that?s what it?s all about?. Sometimes things just can't be any funnier. Today we are having weather that is all over the place, a mini white out while I was flailing to fill up my truck, followed by bright sun, and then big fat flakes (snow that is) that seemed stuck in midair. Quite the drama. Off to make curried lentils and a big fire. Love, Ladybird.
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