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fading fast

forgive me if i wax incoherent; i’ve got about six months of backed up blogging in my head, little elves with machetes trying to hack they’re way out.

what to say?  i’m here avoiding the darling fiber optic providers that have ripped up my dead end street with their ditch witches and humongous trucks and trailers of orange pipe.  i’m here avoiding the paperwork that needs it’s daily shuffling.  since i’ve got about nine bucks to my name, i see no point in shuffling today.

i would be here to talk about my children.  well, perhaps one little anecdote about my little buddy, my favorite all star saving grace, you know him, you ought to love him:  (singing to himself around the house “1,2,3,4,5, once i caught a fish alive, 6,7,8,9,10, then i let him go again” whereupon i rudely interrupted, “why did you let him go?” and he quipped sarcastically before disappearing round the corner to deal with bigger and better things than i, “So he could Fly!”.)  ah, such sarcasm, such wit.  he makes me so damned proud.  he is a straight A student in his third grade class and i have been learning a great deal from his third grade math homework.  out of his sister’s earshot i whispered to him ‘you’re a genius’, and he whispered back ‘keep it a secret’.  yes, he’s definitely mine.  that boy.

in other matters, the ship continues to sink, and it looks as if i’m going down with it.  yes it hurts, hurts to see that For Sale sign next to my favorite ‘majestic oaks’, hurts to sell my possessions for food and gas money, hurts to think i almost had a dream job at a pet shop (yo adrian…) and lost that as well.  hurts to think that i can’t even afford this lifestyle of bitching about my lifestyle.  it hurts all over.  and before i go wallowing, which is the one promise i’ve made to myself….

over and out,G

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