My baby's just like a train, he always gives some tramp a ride.

Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is I just scored a Garrison Kellior hardback book for $3! Hooray for the Dollah-dollah General YO! The main character is one of these love column advice guys who receives all kinds of letters about predicaments of misunderstood spousal vocabulary and the over-reacting results. There are other letters adressed to this "Mr. Blue" from mythical figures describing their legends of that to be confused with an episode of the Jerry Springer show. How great is that? This should be funny, and I need a laugh.

Why? Well, here comes the bad news. It is not really bad news, but this is something I am doing because I need to do and not because I really want to. I am in the process of writing a letter to my mother. We still have not spoken, since I told her I was making an offer on the house. It's been nearly a year. You know, life is just too damn short to be in conflict about essentially nothing. I am attempting to write this letter as truthful, unconditional and forgiving as possible. I am finding that it is very difficult to express truth with emotion. Truth just... IS! The only one I know of that could speak truth with emotion was that Jesus. And boy howdy, that Jesus did do some talking in riddles.

So, now I have successfully composed two paragraphs of apparent riddles that will be addressed and mailed to mother whenever I complete this dang masterpiece. I did mention a couple of somewhat life experiences to make this letter seem less impersonal, but honestly I really want to scratch them because I want to seem fair. (Have I mentioned that this is a reason as to why it really sucks being a Libra?) I do not know if it proper to mention the fact that it was a black woman that was in the delivery room with her, holding her hand while she was giving birth to me, so I should be basically disowned now because I presently have black neighbors. Secondly, I am not certain that I should mention the fact that I feel my efforts are pretty much inferior in comparison to a stack of dishes and a few pieces of furniture. I sure would LOVE a little advice conerning this... Mr. Blue? Anybody?

Last weekend I attempted to grocery shop at Wal~Mart. What a bust! I bet that I didn't leave with 10 items. I also noticed that the clientelle was pretty sad looking. I talking about pajama panted, shower shod people walking about. The whole scene of customers and along with a general lack of nutrition was just a total drag. I hopefully will not be back over there anytime soon.

Oh, I almost forgot some other cool thing that is going on. I have a flying squirrel residing in the tree in my front yard. He is quite wee and not to mention a very cute critter. All the other regular squirrels just sit on the little ledge of the feeder and poke their heads inside to get the sunflower seeds and then eat. The flying squirrel is so tiny, he actually climbs inside the feeder, itself to dine. It's pretty funny when I bust him inside my squirrel feeder and he just freezes in half escape. We have a little stare-off, with me on the porch and the little guy staring back at me with those big beady black eyes, being totally still until I leave. I really shouldn't torture the poor thing like that.

Anyway that's about all that has been happening around here. Later folks.