posted by Sun T. on Jul 20
When I write, I feel like a computer that has switched on and finally found its old hard drive intact and ready to boot. It’s actually not as awesome as it sounds. I end up with all kinds of ghostly programs of thought running through my head. I wish I could actually download my brain to a Dell Memory or something like that and then delete the parts I don’t want to remember. Reupload what you have left and there you have the perfect memory of all things you want to remember.
posted by Sun T. on Jul 20
It seems to be that all my Saturdays are taken. This Saturday we are going to my nephew’s first birthday party. Next Saturday we are going to my sister in law’s barbecue. The Saturday after that remains a mystery but the following Saturday is the local fair. I am sure that the Saturday in between won’t be much of a mystery for very long. I actually need to go see my mother….
The other thing is that every time I have a previous engagement, I find out about another one that I would probably rather go to but can’t. It really is not cute… really.
posted by Sun T. on Jul 20
I suspect that everyone wishes to have a home. That is where you “plant your roots” so to speak, so that you may grow. Honestly, it is harder to find home than it might seem. Even a person who buys a house through companies like ellijay real estate may still not call it home. A lot goes into what home really is to a person. Everyone is different. What do you call home?
