Can't even choose

All my blog colors simply don't satisfy these days, that's finally new. Not that I'll change them, in this listening/waiting meantime, they'll just have to do. There's something to be said for letting the colors be what they are, even if they refuse to match my mood. I'll adjust.

Only talking colors though, and wouldn't that be nice? If the reflections on the surface matched everything underneath, and made it true. When life is whole like that, it's called plain honest. The colors will change if/when they want to, but inevitably, as is nature, only some tend to.

And the gentle landing we all adore

Hello, favorite blog in self-chosen colors. Not a rainbow on earth that could please me, I've seen all the wonders. A day at a time though, got these children to raise. Like little porcupines, you should see 'em, aw, the realm of impossibility, God love it!

So everyday, might as well just say it, I'm up before nine. 6 o'clock central time if you can actually believe it, and unlike most parents, that pleasure's all mine. Only so many perfect moments to make in a well-loved child's lifetime.

Lots of examples to set, you know, for the parents. The medication being passed around in the office, the zombie-like children, but good teachers (I mean that), lots of work I'm cut out for. Just today, convinced a kindergartner to invite her parents to lunch.

Told her I need more grown up friends, and I think that impressed her. Her Daddy's too busy working around the house, she said. But Daddies love to make time, especially when asked by a smiling little girl! And, an idea was born.

Getting reacquainted

Oh boy, when you're in the system, you're in. Defines my life quite well thank you, orders my day, and what's this...free time? Like practically endless free time day after day, to spend however I endlessly feel driven or led? And you know me and my lack of free will, fully dependent on destiny for everything. Love that feeling!

Could you believe the only thing missing besides a tad more noise from happy, healthy children (library's quiet) is a hot Starbucks nearby. Not that I'd complain anyway, I'm no Kim Kardashian who never gets her needs met. Imagining her clothing bills alone makes me nauseous, plus the flowers she'd demand. Endless supplies of all the goods the working class must offer, for practically nothing.

Why compare apples to oranges anyway, some people might try, not sure why. Don't get me started though, on perfect starlets or even homeschooling, you. Everything's exactly how I love it, all aligned and perfect, one day at a time.

Scientology

Funny the new habits I breed, based on this new participation in venture outward instead of in. Myself included. What, I always has to mean me? In which paradigm. Totally got you with that one, didn't me? Yup, totally.

No clue what I'm talking about even, mastered a whole new realm of just being. Yet to be released into public consumption, only the cowardly elite get first glance. And what elitist would ever admit to being cowardly, just I.

Shakin' in my boots even, but let me tell you why. Not sure I can even explain it, but I'll try. I always tend to, don't I? Except when I get lost in rhyme, and then I befriend the tangents, all mine.