Sometimes I feel out of time and place. I have a Texan bud on FB who I knew on Myspace, before the rats ate that place down, we both are big on Gus McCrae from Lonesome Dove. I used to dream of being a cowboy when I was a nipper, and I dont mind the big open spaces at all. I also tend to be a polite feller, like callin girls 'darlin' n 'sugar', Southern gentleman airs. Maybe was one in a previous life, but believing too much superstitious hooey leads to a strange place, not indistinguishable from folks who believe strange religious crapola, invented by crafty humans to baffle others. I am pragmatic but open-minded. I believe I just dont know, as my friend Lou from NYC used to say.
However. The current reality is a good place, beseiged by debts, but pretty comfy in the heart. The ol dog's hips are goin, makes his arsehole wider as the hip dysplasia progresses, so I have to be aware his poop just pops out sometimes. Elder care of my loved ol dog.
My gal is great, she is slogging it out in a stupid job with many rude customers, and management isnt even paying her what they promised at hire, 3 1/2 months ago, I would hate to work retail.
We get along great, overly smart hermit types, and times will be better. Thanks for understanding, the sun will start coming back after December 22.
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