Yammering on

1/8/08

Here we are. The beginning of our adventure did not quite begin… yet. We came to SLC to check in at the bus station and were informed our 10:30 pm bus would not board passengers due to congestion from the storms and bad weather northwest of us. The short-tempered woman instructed us to come back at 11 am to try and catch a bus then. Our hearts sank a bit when our plans were delayed and we discussed alternatives such as riding with a trucker, taking a plane, etc.

“The manager is allowing us to board after all… the bus is late, arriving around 11:45 pm, but we don’t care! We are going!”

  • A man tucked himself in a corner, shoved his hand down the ass-crack of his pants, gave it a good scratch, and then sniffed his fingers. He made sour face afterward and wiped his hand on the leg of his pants.
1/9/08

Riding the greyhound has been interesting, with many different passengers I feel I am the minority here and I like it this way. We conversed with a young woman that had been stranded in Utah for 5 days because of the snow storms and ensuing confusion. We observed two young ladies that munched on healthy snacks across the aisle from us. And I listened a young man bitch endlessly about losing a dime.

  • Nutrena Feeds, western ranch & food supply is the first business I see when we stop in Vacaville. I wonder if they have a large bovine population.
We have arrived in San Fran & are happy to finally be here. The trip wasn't so bad if you exclude constantly interrupted sleep, stinky people, and a urinary tract infection. I would definitely take greyhound-- getting over numb-butt was not a problem.

I was thinking today what it would be like to truly be homeless. When I lived in the canyon for a bit I called myself homeless, when realistically I was anything but. Welcoming homes are plentiful in my life! I imagine being homeless is a very lonely lifestyle... I really enjoy being with people that care for my well-being..

1/10/08--going out to explore soon.

Last night I dreamed my pet cat died and we (the family) took it to a memorial place for pets and I Watched two men completely hash the cat. They handed me a couple kitty fillets and told me that by eating the remains I would become closer to my dead beloved. It was gruesome. There were chunks of gray fur on the meat, and bones too. I suppose it wasn't a fillet at all but I mangled mess of feline. The men were laughing.

While knitting this morning I was listening to the song "Sundrenched World" by Joshua Radin and thought the title of the song seemed a sitting title for the world I live in. ..."while I'm tryin' to bask in your sundrenched world..."

Many references have been made to my appreciation for life, the joy I find in the mundane, the sunshine that fills my soul, and at the risk of sounding facetious and egotistical, I want to recognize that it's all true. Its' one of my best qualities, and one of my worst. I am able to (and do) find the positive in nearly every situation. It's a bit of a fantasy world I live in... I do try and see the world for what it is, but I struggle to accept life and negative situations as-is. My never-ending happy spins alter the bad into good and warp my reality. I'm not sure that I care to change.

I love my life. So does everyone else. And some of those every ones try to latch on like sticky leeches and bleed the sunshine out of me and into themselves.

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