Typical Tuesday Tirade

Stardate March 4th, 2008...






There seem to be no intelligent signs of life on this planet...


Just kidding. I am sitting at the shop, closing up... with a dilly of a headache. I am wanting to express so much frustration and create a paradigm shift in my life... but unfortunately these things take time. TIME... that elusive currency which also seems to be in a recession.

This morning I overslept (I know, I know... BIG surprise) but I was none too hurried because my co-worker was scheduled in at 9:45 an dI was expecteing a quiet day in uptown Sedona. So I am driving into uptown at 11:00 + some minutes, and my phone rings. It is the bakery calling. I answer. Carol (the owner of the bakery) is curious if I am coming to work. Apparently my co-worker was not in town, and when Carol stopped in to bring cash register change - ummmm the lights weren't on cause NOBODY'S home. Oy vay. I felt like an ass. But she is always very kind to me, so for thatI feel lucky!

On Monday I had the day off, so after Starbuck's, and an "intervention" that John schemed up on the way home from our coffee pick-up... I began re-arranging my "room". I place that word in quotes, because room implies some sort of orderly, habitable space. I should say I began shoving the piles around again in the stinkhole of a dump I reside in. But that might give the impression I am unhappy in my living scenario... and if my old blog were still LIVE, you might even see a pattern arising... tsk, tsk...





So instead I poured my energy into labor intensive cleaning all day and then had my midnight prayer shift. And how. It was nice to return to enthusiastic prayer after a somewhat long period of having "dulled out." Not to say I am that good at the practice, more to impart that the practice is THAT GOOD!





Watching the familiar patterns around me of chaos, disorganization, frustration and the scary, scary (we close our eyes and pray it is not true) economic truth unfolding before our nation's eyes... I cannot help but wonder WHAT LIES AHEAD?





I hope that the bumpy part of the journey is over for the time being (*HECKLER* yells - you Polly Anna Pansy!). I also wish to say that I hope any person who feels I have mistakenly lead myself into any confusion of late will pardon me from the depths of their heart... and I hope that we are all buckled in for one hell of a ride now that we are "back on track".





Now why do I set out to write an interesting post, and end up cranking out yet another cryptic, circular poorly sentaxed string of gobbledy gook? Most likely because I am a moron who just HAPPENS to know how to blog. Lucky you!





I'll be less cranky Thursday. Tomorrow is a crap shoot though.





Big hugs. Or as my friends and I used to say:





Love, and other indoor recreation...



Yours Truly (confused)

Bowdawg Cornelius Jones