“The vast landscape was never ours to begin with, we are all tenants of the same good earth. Surrounded by the enchanting tourist attractions, one forgets. One becomes enamored by the sounds, smells and tastes. Time? Time mattered less.” – Jacqueline Cioffa
Woke up to a flooded basement (only a little), and a head that feels like it’s in a vice-grip. I have taken half a Benadryl, Alka-Seltzer and Flonase with only marginal relief.
Not matter what’s happening or how shitty I feel, my personal summer goal is to swim every single day.
And, it only counts if I get my head wet. Duh, everybody knows that.
Don’t they?
Went to the gym and for a dunk even the asshole mouse floating past, more like sunken did not stop me.
It would have thwarted my goal day three, if I had seen it. I might have passed out.
Can you pass out in water? Huh, I’ll have to google that.
Mouse??? I DON’T DO MICE. Let me be clear, reiterate, I DO NOT DO MICE.
“MOOOOM!!!!”
I’ll spare you the yuck factor and unpleasant bloated, furry black pink tail imagery. Squeak. Eek.
Yeah, no. I will not go down that easy.
Drowning by mouse.
Roots and Wings
God isn’t looking for me
That’s okay
He’s busy
Lots of heartache going on
Too much trouble all around
People don’t see people can’t see people don’t wanna see people
My god have you seen the news?
I can’t believe what’s going on
Ain’t new ain’t nothing but old news
Still it’s an awful lot of hurt to swallow and go down
I’m no better
Than you and you and him and her and us
God can’t keep up with what’s happening
Best mind my business and do some digging
Get to the bottom of this
I’m going to lay down roots earth angels will do the rest
Carry the wings
When your troubles feel too heavy never you mind
He gave us roots and wings
Work your garden pull turn the soil wipe the sweat from your brow
God isn’t looking for me
But I’m looking for him
Feels good
To know something beautiful grows
Deep
Where you can’t see it
You know it’s there you feel
Something grows
Beautiful
Jacqueline Cioffa 