Reading Today: "T� malade, toi!" de Line Gamache
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Saturday, Oct. 09, 2004 - 7:25 p.m.
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It stops Hurting when you Stop Hitting your Head against the Wall
I hate to say it, but sending my father to a hotel and giving him a bus ticket to the airport this afternoon makes me immeasurably relieved.
Sometimes you just realize that spending more time with someone will make you dislike them more, and that's that. I should also add, make you dislike yourself more.
Thank GOD for once it is MY house, my city and my life. Things like this always seem to go bad when I am stuck in someone else's life, city and house.
I think I love my life. My house. My city.
I do.
And I am so glad to have them back.
Though it is a sad thing.
Everyone would like to have a good relationship with their parents.
Some don't.
Though they for some reason keep trying.
And trying
And trying
And then realize that really
enough
is
enough.
I'm going to the coffeeshop on a Saturday night on a long weekend to read a comic book, and maybe eat sugar pie. And no one is going to be resentful I am not working as hard as them or appreciating them, or not doing what they think I should be.
Yay.
wenchie.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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