Someone please come to my house and take this baby crap out of my garage

I mean it. I never dreamed that we would accumulate so many things that would take up so much room. Now my garage looks like the aftermath of a trash-pickers' convention because everything is piled up. I WANT MY SPACE BACK. I'll take the hit for the dry christmas tree standing next to the yard waste can (hey, I'm busy). Word of advice: try to surround yourself with people who are exactly as anal-retentive as you are.

To the shithead in front of me today

How fast can you drive when you really, really, REALLY have to go to the bathroom? And how loudly can you curse the driver in front of you doing 30 in a 40?

Fast. And loud.

Hey, Stu - get out of bed

I was walking at lunch today, thinking about how beautiful the old trees are, draped in moss, when I made a little discovery. I was listening to a song and really heard for the first time "...your lips are on fire, and life is wine." It went straight to the core of me like a tiny bolt of lightning. The What here is not something that I can explain satisfactorily, but I had a feeling of hope and a little joy. It was a bit like waking up to a snow day when I was in school. I really saw for the first time that each little thing that I do matters, if just to me. Anything that I choose to do or be can be a great thing, but doesn't have to be. I've been running through life in a dream, but this wonderful little epiphany shocked me back into consciousness.

I wish that I could have bottled the feeling, and taken it out every once in a while to savor the sunshine, the lightness of the moment. It's a refreshing change from the pall of holiday blues; I think I'll go walking more often now.

The song in question is one of my favorite titles: "No I in Threesome"

Thinking of the 80s

By some circuitous mental route, I was thinking about Ian Curtis today. Not much to say right now, so I'll let him speak. Follow the link for Ceremony under the Musica heading if you want to listen.

This is why events unnerve me
They find it all, a different story
Notice whom for wheels are turning
Turn again and turn towards this time
All she asks the strength to hold me
Then again the same old story
World will travel, oh so quickly
Travel first and lean towards this time

Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time
Watching her, these things she said
The times she cried
Too frail to wake this time

Oh I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time
Avenues all lined with trees
Picture me and then you start watching
Watching forever, forever
Watching love grow, forever
Letting me know, forever