And They Call It...
Oct. 18th, 2010 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesPuppy Love...
Yes, I remember a Junior High school-bus field trip to somewhere in Marin for something-or-other, when the debate raging amongst my fellow-youts consisted of: Jacksons vs. Osmonds. I also remember blue-eye shadow. And having just two (2) friends, neither of whom I've kept in touch with. Do I even wanna try to find 'em via FB?
So much of my life I've been solo, having mebbe a love or a couple of friends, but not a lot of people who I felt "got" me...or cared even to try.
Ya' know what, it hardly matters, b'c o'morrow I'll be taking the next-door neighbors' 3.5 month old black lab puppy (Pixie) out for walkies at Noon, before the Sears fix-it dude or dudette shows up to fix the leaking fridge.
So, the landladies ain't always quick-draw McGraw's when it comes to dealing w/stuff 'n' things here at the Hive. Might I be better served doing it myself? Do I wanna take that leap and BUY property. *GULP*
I've been renting for 3.5 years. I said I'd rent for at least a year so I'd know if'n Portland were HOME, and to get to know the neighborhoods so I'd have a decent idea of where I'd like to end up at in. (How many points do I get for ending a sentence with three (3) prepositions? ;-)
It's mighty tempting. And mighty scary.
I've been bopping all over, stoking and stroking and maintaining r-ships to the North and to the South. I remember thinking/saying how much I was looking fwd to staying local when I moved to Portland and not traveling all over the freaking place. Yeah. Not so much how I've been living life. It's what appeals now. Even as it terrifies me.
At least now though some folks have come to visit ME. I haven't always had to travel to visit others. Mutuality has occurred. And mebbe it's time to settle down. It's hard to think that I'm worth it, that I matter...yet I do. Folks will come to visit me. I need not always be the one traveling.
Local puppy-love will help. I chatted w/a nearly-eight-year-old neighbor this evening, as he rode his bike up and down the sidewalk. I want to regain that oh-so-nice neighborhood-y feel I had at times growing up. I've moved around a LOT. I wanna settle down now. If'n I cannot settle down w/my loves, so be it. I'll settle down MYSELF. I matter. I often forget this...or act as if'n it's not so. Time to grow up. Wow. Who knew that being selfish/self-centered = growing up. Okay, there's more to it, but I grow weary of typing, and the nice red wine and the last bits of color in the sky call to me. I'm sitting on the back porch of the Hive, happy to be alive, mellow & content w/my lot in life. Join me if'n you like...
Yes, I remember a Junior High school-bus field trip to somewhere in Marin for something-or-other, when the debate raging amongst my fellow-youts consisted of: Jacksons vs. Osmonds. I also remember blue-eye shadow. And having just two (2) friends, neither of whom I've kept in touch with. Do I even wanna try to find 'em via FB?
So much of my life I've been solo, having mebbe a love or a couple of friends, but not a lot of people who I felt "got" me...or cared even to try.
Ya' know what, it hardly matters, b'c o'morrow I'll be taking the next-door neighbors' 3.5 month old black lab puppy (Pixie) out for walkies at Noon, before the Sears fix-it dude or dudette shows up to fix the leaking fridge.
So, the landladies ain't always quick-draw McGraw's when it comes to dealing w/stuff 'n' things here at the Hive. Might I be better served doing it myself? Do I wanna take that leap and BUY property. *GULP*
I've been renting for 3.5 years. I said I'd rent for at least a year so I'd know if'n Portland were HOME, and to get to know the neighborhoods so I'd have a decent idea of where I'd like to end up at in. (How many points do I get for ending a sentence with three (3) prepositions? ;-)
It's mighty tempting. And mighty scary.
I've been bopping all over, stoking and stroking and maintaining r-ships to the North and to the South. I remember thinking/saying how much I was looking fwd to staying local when I moved to Portland and not traveling all over the freaking place. Yeah. Not so much how I've been living life. It's what appeals now. Even as it terrifies me.
At least now though some folks have come to visit ME. I haven't always had to travel to visit others. Mutuality has occurred. And mebbe it's time to settle down. It's hard to think that I'm worth it, that I matter...yet I do. Folks will come to visit me. I need not always be the one traveling.
Local puppy-love will help. I chatted w/a nearly-eight-year-old neighbor this evening, as he rode his bike up and down the sidewalk. I want to regain that oh-so-nice neighborhood-y feel I had at times growing up. I've moved around a LOT. I wanna settle down now. If'n I cannot settle down w/my loves, so be it. I'll settle down MYSELF. I matter. I often forget this...or act as if'n it's not so. Time to grow up. Wow. Who knew that being selfish/self-centered = growing up. Okay, there's more to it, but I grow weary of typing, and the nice red wine and the last bits of color in the sky call to me. I'm sitting on the back porch of the Hive, happy to be alive, mellow & content w/my lot in life. Join me if'n you like...
