Haven't posted here or elsewhere, much, in two or three days. The ol' Funk hath returneth. Don't know why, actually.
The ever-precarious financial sitch doesn't help.
I've been blasting music evenings in an attempt to lift the ol' spirits.
It's kind of a no-win cycle: rattling around in this old house full of memories every night alone. And it's no longer a home, just a house, just a building.
The pressure of carrying it all alone still leaves no extra dough for GAL activities, new clothes, etc. So here I stay most nights. My season is starting now AND picking up so that promises to ease things financially. Made 60th and last loan payment on truck today, woo hoo!
But I figured it was the music. The ipod on shuffle. Too many songs I can't bear to hear and even though I skip over them as soon as I hear them, their thought, the memory they invoke has already fired up and taken flight by the time I banish them with my Sound Dock remote..
So tonight, I hooked the ipod up to the computer and did some long overdue deleting. Two, in particular had really funked me out, so I deleted them, but put them on Facebook for posterity and catharsis.
I'll be alright. Even after it's all "over" D-wise, it's not really over. Time. Time will take care of it.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
