Catch a sibling by the toe

If they beat you to and froe

RUN TO GOD

Because~nobody else is going to help you

Slow down you move to fast….You got to make the morning last now……words by Simon and Garfunkel..

I’m stuck in the South. I call myself stuck, because I would not be here if I didn’t have to be. It would not be my choice.

If I had my way I would be in Costa Rica. Yeah, it’s further south, but North Florida is the south, that I call South.

I listen to NPR, and this morning I heard a comment about the speed of technology. Everything in social media is accelerating at break neck speed and they have a class you can go to, to assist you in keeping up with the pace. NOT

I like slow. The South, like many other things are way too fast for me now.

I want to be true to MY speed~slower than southern slow.

Where do we think we’re all going anyway?

Tattle Tale

Word’s go rattle rattle rattle

People-go tattle tattle tattle

THERE’S A DEAD MAN HANGING IN THE TREE

HE’S LOOKING AT YOU AND HE’S LOOKING AT ME

I SAY I’M GOOD

YOU SAY I’M NOT

THE ROAD SPINS BOTH WAYS

THE BLOOD BEGINS TO CLOT

There’s a broom in the corner

so give your floor a sweep

look into the mirror

wake up from your sleep

THERE’S A DEAD MAN HANGING IN THE TREE

A NOOSE ON EVERY NECK

The words rattle 

The people tattle

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and Philadelphia explodes with babies, puppies, and hipsters. And some fascinating clothing choices! Love it. Although it does feel a little weird that I have yet to take my winter jacket out of the closet, who am I to complain? Hope everyone has been enjoying the beautiful weather!

My days are not particularly bright right now. I love other blogs. I enjoy sharing them. This blog helps to balance my day!

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I can’t imagine not blogging almost every day, can you? OK, that’s an outright lie. I can imagine not blogging almost every day. It almost feels luxurious.  It feels wide-open, limitless, free.  It feels like you’d have time to create wise posts.  You’d sound just like Confucius.  You could edit your posts properly.  You could use gramatically-correct language.  You would use exclamation marks and ellipses and parenthesis sparingly, if at all. Readers would stop by your blog and nod with amazement, …

This is a great blog! I laughed because I related. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Jacksonville, Florida, St. John's River-Image via Wikipedia

This photo is of the river and city. If you travel out I-10 heading west, you are in the Westside. The Westside of Jacksonville, Florida is dreary, it’s landlocked, no waves. Spending time here reminds me of border towns and other undesirable places that I have been. I always wonder, why people stay, or at least move to the river or the beach.

I first left here on my Summer of Seventy, Cheri Finn, adventure. Then went to upstate New York when I was seventeen. That was a summer trip too. I lived in Schenectady, but would wander through the country side in my Ford Pinto. The landscapes were beautiful. I lived behind Union College, in a tiny apartment with five locks on the door. The picture above is on the campus. I would walk around the block and watch all the people going to school. I would wonder, how do you go to school? How does one go to college? It was all mysterious to me.

Then when I was twenty-two, I lived in Atlantic Beach, North Carolina. That was a summer of surfing. I travelled and surfed the Outer Banks. I surfed Ocracoke once; just myself and another surfer down the way. I spent a lot of time skateboarding too. My daughter, Aislinn, was two years old.

What a life.

When I was young, I had no concept of living one day at a time. I take that back. All there was, was the day!

And~That’s why I would always end up back in the peculiar, westside of Jacksonville.

Seperate but Whole~photo windowquinn

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a girl, in the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station running scared……..

That’s a favorite line, from a favorite song, by one of my favorite singers, Paul Simon~back when he was  Simon and Garfunkel.

I woke up in the midst of family. I looked at my Facebook page and saw an invite from my granddaughter, which says that she is married. hmmmm… I believe that’s possible, but who knows. We have had a death in the family..an overdose….my sister’s, son-in-law….it’s sad, but it’s been a long time coming. I avoid my two oldest sisters who were the executors of my mother’s estate, but had to step down, because they stole money……..like they didn’t have enough. And it’s hard to see my brother, who I love, just because he’s my brother in a family of sisters, because he’s too much. The last time I saw him I had to listen to his outrageous made up stories.

Family…..

I write about adventure in my blog. And I am a bona fide adventurist. No doubt. But it all started out……running from my family.

Some people run to a psychiatrist, I ran to Tallahassee. I was fourteen. It was one of the best things I ever did in my life.

If I think about it all, it makes me laugh, if I think too hard, I laugh hysterically.

At one time, I hung on to the idea that my family was to be treated like fine china, but the dishes have all fell off the shelf. And I just don’t have the time to pick up the pieces.

I stay separate, but whole~ THAT’S BUCKET LIST FOR ME~pura vida

She told me that my tongue had been stolen and I needed to get it back.

I knew where my tongue was……………..

It was right in my mouth

where it belonged.

I find my self one of the fortunates that has overcome drug addiction, for today. I am posting this poem for all of those who suffer with or without drugs, and all of those who didn’t make it.

THE CLOCK

THE CLOCK TOWERS 

IT WATCHES OVER US

COMING AND GOING

GOING AND COMING

THE CLOCK KNOWS ALL 

SILENT AND STILL

AS WE PASS

 TIME PASSES

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I’m not! I learned as a very young person, the hard way, to not borrow money. I owned my own home at nineteen. I found a great deal. At my sister’s suggestion, I had called a few real estate agents and told them what I was looking for. They all laughed at me. What I wanted was something that I could afford, not what the market trends were. I bought a two bedroom, one bath house in a nice neighborhood, for eleven thousand dollars. I bought the owners loan with three thousand dollars, so I only owed eight thousand dollars and was well into the principal.

That was in 1975.

I enjoyed calling all the agents up and letting them know about my buy.

But I didn’t have patience. I didn’t understand taking it easy and letting things happen over time. I borrowed money for this and that and created stress that I didn’t know how to deal with. I sold the house and broke even and found myself having to rent. I did not like that! I am a homeowner at heart.

It took me years to be able to buy a home again. I was thirty. And once again, I found an incredible deal. I bought a beach house on Amelia Island for fifty thousand dollars. That was in 1987. Unlike my contemporaries, I never took out an equity loan. OH NO! I had learned my lesson. I never drove a new car. I like style and dependability; it doesn’t have to be new. I feel the same way about everything in my life.

After many years, I sold that home and bought more houses with my profit. I felt like I was splitting my stock. It all just kind of happened.

I’ve done things in a slow and progressive fashion. I have never done anything to impress anyone. Why should I?

A dear friend of mine posted on her Facebook page these words…..Capture the essence of who you are without material trappings…….

That has been a goal in my life.

It’s not always easy, because of my ego. But then I think of ego as Easing God Out and I let go.

This post was inspired by an interview with Suze Orman, on the Nate Show. She said that she had been on the Oprah Winfrey Show, and there were 150 people in the audience. They were all asked to write down on a piece of paper their debt. The papers were folded, collected and counted. The total was a shocking 20 million dollars. What does that say about people?

Today, I’m extremely grateful for that 1975 financial flop.

If you are in debt and stressed out and want to get free, just know that it can happen. You are not your money and you are not your debt.

Often the things that we think are the worst thing that could happen to us end up being the best.

pura vida…..