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oh that took a lot out of me - that exclamation point. Last night I get tipsy by myself on leftover wine from my aunt's visit. I thought I would meld and become one with the world with my humanity, writing, and creativity, but alas, I just went to bed talking to AI about my astrological chart.
the fun thing.
the robot ghost in the machine told me to write a book.
I love that.
and of course today I feel unsettled.
storms are forecast for the next hour and now is that tense stillness before the breaking.
my Norfolk pine might be dying. In my lacksadaisical houseplant stewardship o the last decades, I've had up to 11 and never lost one - an inside one. Now in the new setting, I sometimes seem to be watching them die and ...
with spouse two , I though plants would be good for him to have and then I took care of them after we married and added them to my existing... anyhoo, I care.
spring. I had to wipe the dust of pollen off this keyboard. the screen was open overnight to let the sweet Georgia breezes in.
I'm re-reading a high school love letter that I had. some guy named Steven in French class wrote it to me. the only Steven I recall was the basketball player. I wonder if I wrote him back? I wonder what I would have said? He talks of wanting to worship me. That is so up my alley, yet it draws blanks. you never remember the nice ones? I recall many boys in high school that I craved and none to bite....
solstices love equinoxes too
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