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
Monday, Jan. 09, 2006 - 11:41 p.m.
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Running Late
Hi
Yes I am here.
I was hoping to have a nice relaxed time to write a great entry today, but it didn't happen.
Not enough time anywhere.
things fucking up like the automatic teller being out and now at midnight I will have to ride my bike in a foot of snow to get to a different one to pay my bills before I leave for Vancouver.
Yes I am off at 6am to see my mother for the first time in four years.
I wish I felt happy and excited.
Instead I feel sad that my guy is already asleep... I was hoping to be done packing at 9pm and be cuddling with him on the sofa for an hour or two and then snuggling next to him in bed now for an hour. Not to be.
Exasperatingness with the upstairs tenant re getting his apartment water damage from June fixed... I won't go into it now, it is just too incredibly stupid. The guy has a screw or ten loose. Really. really really.
Was repeatedly calling on the phone over and over at 9:30 pm, and then showed up at my door at 10pm. I threatened to call the police if he doesn't go away. Sigh.
So, yeah, I was with my guy and his kids over christmas... he went back to work today, but I spent the day trying to catch up and pack and all... I am behind on everything it seems. It does pile up due to inattention.
So, fun times in the snow, good sex, smiles and hugs are being now eclipsed by landlord stress, work stress, packing stress, computer not saving my comics to upload onto my website stress.
Sorry.
I'll try to get back in the groove.
Maybe find an internet cafe to post from while in Vancouver.
If not, I'll be back here on the 18th.
sorry folks.
It is hard to do everything in life, AND have a life.
I am not sure it is possible.
oh well.
hugs
me
wenchie
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