The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Oddly, though the employment situation is somewhat dire and things financially, though workable are ridiculously fraught with complication, I find myself feeling rather independent. 

No idea why. 

Political foolishness is abundant, the nutjobs are getting their 15 minutes, and no one seems to care.

I still need to lose 20 pounds and get back into the gym.   No one seems to care.

The temps are going down, and it appears we might just have a nice Indian Summer.  I so hope for glorious fall colors, I love that time of year.  That's when I really love to be on a horse, they're well ridden out from the summer and relaxed on the trail, and I can just enjoy the scenery and not have to wrestle with a horse.  And it means riding in the snow is coming soon, which is even more fun.

Yesterday while I was launching a full scale attack on the disaster that was my apartment (it looked like someone with chronic depression lived here) I ran across some photos I thought should be scanned  so i can stop worrying about their disposition.  The following pic is the view south from my deck in San Francisco back in the day.

Incredibly good  times, and incredibly terrible times were had there.  I was looking at pictures on Flickr this morning and was reminded how much of a young man's town that really is.  Thank the Gods I was there when I was. 

This was the north view:

On the right side of this photo you'll see a church steeple and directly below it the canopy of a palm tree.  It seems that my ex lived under that palm tree at the same time I lived in this apartment.  We didn't meet for another decade and not until we'd both returned to the Midwest.

Thinking of escape again, yet last nights class was so much fun!  I've never found, in any of the 110 jobs I've had in my life, the kind of energy that gets created in a classroom.  How can I give that up?

And so it goes:

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