Dear Diary – Same Black Line – SeaDate 260810
Some days you fight the grind. Some days you just ride it out.
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Rocky Days
Today is a WORK day. Up at the crack of dawn. VERY strange dreams. VIVID.
Bank robbery, but everyone was friendly adn I knew all the tellers.
Rednecks in the bayou. Good ol' boys take us out into the sticks and show us a world class old European city on the banks of a canal.
And the day is gone.
Somehow I slipped to 6pm. Still grnding.
The wife is listening to Ronnie Milsap covers in the living room I missed the artist covering him. He sounds good.
Daydreams About Night Things
Ain't No Gettin' Over Me
What a Difference You've Made
Wonder if she's thinking about me. :–)
When I ask, I get a warm hug. She's reliving her youth.
The Grind
The churn never ends. I forgot what it's like to be chained to my computer. But! We'll get there. 6 images turned into 11. All due tomorrow. Really? Okay...
SO, turn up the radio and press on 'till dawn.
And don't forget to eat.
Up, down, turn around Please don't let me hit the ground Tonight, I think I'll walk alone I'll find my soul as I go home
Dream 260810
Rednecks, drywaller
Drive me and Ng out to their house on a canal in the rurals north of Dust Meridian. A place I've been many time between the river and the highway. It is an old austere hilltop. One lane roads. House is like the one in Southerns France (riviera. Plains but nice, it courtyard. Pitch a concert on barges. Like Mardi Gras. Rednecks push back because there's no room for pedestrians to drink and flash people. Only balcony room up here.
Complaining about cost of living
Discussion about the Queen of Swords. They know her and fear her stare.
Flood made everything purple, even the people. The hair i purple, the wreckage is purple. I marvel at. how completely covered everything is.
Watching shark videos on the guys phone. He has a fancy shroud that blocks out spill light in bright environments (outside). and a fuzzy mic.
They make YouTube content. Try to be funny. But spontaneous funny, not doggedly overscripted funny.
Ratchet old guy and his lady. A single young man.
Drive out early. Come home late. Take a shower. Get water everywhere. I put down copious towels to sop up the inches of water.
They show me the interior of their house. Very proud of the drywall work they've done. Want my approval for some reason. I tell them I used to be able to carry drywall two sheets at a time.
Guy drives an old powder blue Model A. Ng wants to drive. I worry she'll fall asleep.
I wake up. I immediately start to write this down. I try to go back to the semi lucid dream I had about the bank the night before. Robbing, but knowing everyone. But it's fuzzy at best.
The Same Black Line
I had my world strapped against my back I held my hands, never knew how to act
And the same black line that was drawn on you Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me in 6th-Avenue heartache
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It's turning into one of those nights.
The ocean oceans until the night falls then it turns east to go home When it rests its weariness on the west. the cliffs, the stone and the grass— Ireland's patient isle welcome it home.
It reaches.
And reaches.
But Ireland cannot not follow.
So the ocean pulls away, silver with wanting, only to return at dawn and try again.
This is why the West coast of the emerald isle is beautiful:
the sea has spent forever missing what it loves.
The Midnight Hour
I always think i'm going to get more done than I do. I am a terrible time manager.
I'm a closet Rihanna fan I guess. This track always gets me goin'!
[For my money this SNL skit with Shy Ronnie is peak Rihanna
Farewell to yet another day. 2:30am... 4 hours of sleep await! Tomorrow HAS to move forward.
Aloha.
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