They call it the fog of war 🌫

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. 🏞 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. πŸ˜‹ 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.  🧠

I could have hurried home after work 🏑 but its a nice evening and I’d rather avoid the craziness of the endless construction 🚧 zone that is my dumpy apartment. I needed to get away from it. Bike pedals were really clicking βš™ 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. πŸ›  I also keep telling myself that I should hang out at the Troy Bicycle 🚲 rescue and learn some skills. Seems more like lubrication issue, and that’s certainly something I can handle. 🏘 I keep seeing possibilities for houses and land and I should schedule a tour before I’m homeless but I fear 😱 making a bad decision. I get you have to pay to play but it’s such large sums of money and so much risk. πŸ’΅ And maybe I want the impossible.

Plus I wasn’t really hungry. πŸ” 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 πŸ₯’. And a massive cookie. πŸͺ I know I didn’t have to eat it or I could have tossed the wrapper in my bike box πŸ₯‘and taken it home but that’s silly πŸ˜‹. I had to be at the meeting and I was hungry after climbing the big State Street Hill. 🚲 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. πŸ–₯

The debate is on too late for me to listen. πŸ“» I tell myself, I don’t really have a dog 🐢 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. βš– I’m not you I’m not society. 🌎 If I can’t save the world, I’ll at least save myself. It’s getting dark fast πŸŒ‡ and I should get on my bicycle 🚲 and ride home and enjoy the summer squash before that’s done not before long. πŸ†

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

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