“People say how tough.”
Today, getting around the city of San Diego on foot, I considered what my life in transit would be like as a book from the Bible.
Job, trying to get around in California:
- Will taking your car away stop you? Nope.
- Will taking your job away stop you? Nope.
- Will taking your City away stop you? Nope.
- Will giving you Crohn’s or Crohn’s symptoms stop you? Nope.
- Will facing you with speeding and inattentive drivers stop you? Nope.
- Will facing you with violent dogs stop you? Nope.
- Will facing you with evangelists stop you? Nope.
- Will facing you with violent cyclists stop you? Nope.
It appears that I will deal with anything to travel, with or without a car.
It’s the 1st of November, and folks the world over are writing novels in a month, writing a daily blog post for a month, taking a picture every day for a month…if I’ve missed something, dear reader, let me know. I am hoping to write a little every day this month, because to do that would be an improvement over the past two months.
For the past two months I’ve been lucky to write once a week.
But baseball season is over–that excuse is gone. I have to be mean and withdraw with friends and family a little while, which usually provokes the “Why now?” argument. It’s built up, and I’m so frustrated that I can’t articulate it.
So, while I write these meager lines, I’m listening to my Alt.Latino podcast, I’m downloading the “Before” film trilogy, and I’m preparing to lay out three journal pages…hopefully more. I’m cat-sitting this weekend, and the television will stay off over there so that I can explore.
That’s my messy beginning. Here’s hoping I get my act together. *raises coffee cup*