Today, I got an email my blog is being suspended, and I realized I discontinued the credit card I was using, but I quickly jumped back with another horse.
Today is labor day, I suppose I should labor, I neglected my blog, a blog I write for myself and for lost souls. Speaking of lost souls and almost lost souls, where are you? I did not hear from you for so long, are you in Georgia? Golly, so long... more than a month. Phillip at least called me and we talked about poems, and publishing, and painting, and sketching.
Today, our neighborhood is mourning the untimely passing of our former neighbor and friend Joe. May He Rest In Peace. He passed away and it's still speculation as to how. Some said he had a heart attack, but we are not sure. And their home phone only takes messages. But it's one of those, he's talking to you and next minute he is gone kind of thing. His passing, though I have seen deaths many times (in line with my work) once again made me review my mortality. I told my husband, what one should do-that's what I do anyway, talk to your soul and tell it to live longer. Line up goals or things you want to accomplish for your remainder of your life and let your soul know. I tell my soul: "please let me live so I can finance my son finish a career, so I can raise funds for the Igorot scholarship, so I can make sure my siblings are not being taken advantaged of due to their being easily prey to unscrupulous people, so I can write a book of howtos, so I can go to University of Iowa and take up MFA, etc." I talk to my soul every moment. Try it, there's no nothing to lose and will only help your longevity
Today is a busy day, catching with the bills, sorting them out and writing checks. I am overbilled and I hope, the house, we are trying to sell will sell but I doubt it. Real estate problem anywhere, nothing is selling. And it's a vicious cycle here in South Florida when it comes to real estate, taxes are high due to the rise in property values the last two years, insurance are sky high due to hurricanes, and now that housing values declined, them taxes remain high, they don't decline. It's so unfair.
Today, I recall this lady in her high seventies, just had a face lift in 2003, a tummy tucks in 2005 and enthusiastically told me the name of her "very able" plastician. "Her belly was flabby" she said so she had a belly up. How much did it cost you, I asked. "$7700" she said. I said, "man, I have a chance then." "Sure" she says. Then I remember my friend Nancy, who had a tummy tucks and showed me her belly, it felt like a board. Weird. To a lover, I wonder how he'd feel making it out with a board. Golly, it's okay, I think, I'll keep my soft ball.
Today, I mopped my floor and felt like I tread milled at "4" for an hour. I really mulled it. And soon as the floor was dry my husband says "I'll take the dog for a walk" and while he was leashing it, it peed on my clean floor. Man, you can't win. So they say.
More next time.
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