I found myself running the same label job at the end of the day that I had run earlier. I was just so fried even though I kept up with the emails for the most part but work kept piling up for tomorrow as I checked my spreadsheet of work orders.
I’m out wandering this evening at the Bender Mellon Farm Preserve. π It could have been a Target big box I tell myself. I’m listening to Jonni Mitchell’s Blue and Paul Simon’s 1972 album as the sunsets and I enjoy the beauty. It’s cool but clear and the sun is setting so early but it’s to be expected this time of year. 57 days until Election Day and I fully admit I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. π While it’s been nearly two weeks since I smoked at camp, I swear I still see so much more beauty than in the past. But maybe it’s all in my mind. π§
I could have hurried home after work π‘ but its a nice evening and I’d rather avoid the craziness of the endless construction π§ zone that is my dumpy apartment. I needed to get away from it. Bike pedals were really clicking β until I rode a few miles, but then the noise went away. I got to track it down or admit I need to drive in one day and head to the shop at lunchtime to get repairs. π I also keep telling myself that I should hang out at the Troy Bicycle π² rescue and learn some skills. Seems more like lubrication issue, and that’s certainly something I can handle. π I keep seeing possibilities for houses and land and I should schedule a tour before I’m homeless but I fear π± making a bad decision. I get you have to pay to play but it’s such large sums of money and so much risk. π΅ And maybe I want the impossible.
Plus I wasn’t really hungry. π Lunch was Burger 21 which was good but I didn’t like it was wrapped in throwaway plastic containers and it was all chicken tenders and bun and barely a slice of lettuce and a pickle π₯. And a massive cookie. πͺ I know I didn’t have to eat it or I could have tossed the wrapper in my bike box π₯‘and taken it home but that’s silly π. I had to be at the meeting and I was hungry after climbing the big State Street Hill. π² Even if I don’t know where the hell this is all leading, I’m becoming a damn good R programmer, if you consider that a programming language. I was working so damn hard today. π₯
The debate is on too late for me to listen. π» I tell myself, I don’t really have a dog πΆ in this fight. Even if I did, I can’t change it. But I won’t be a victim, let the politicians ruin my life. I’ll do what is right for me, even if that offends you, is morally distasteful and somewhat illegal. β I’m not you I’m not society. π If I can’t save the world, I’ll at least save myself. It’s getting dark fast π and I should get on my bicycle π² and ride home and enjoy the summer squash before that’s done not before long. π
I need the moon (I need the moon), but the landlord need money
A field of wild flowers that the stars could provide
A bird on my shoulder to fly through the rainbow
First things first when you get to the sky