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, April 26, 2011

the waiting is the hardest part

Just being homeless, and waiting to see what's next.  Will it be the house which I'm becoming increasingly interested in?  Will it be a job I applied for this morning?  Will I just live  in my car?  Who knows?

Very sad about the death of Phoebe Snow.  I took my first out boyfriend to see her at the Lyric theatre in 1978.  We held hands.  The people around us were scandalized.  In fact i think he was scandalized.  Still wonder what happened to Erick. He's probably still in Independence Mo, while I'm headed back to KCK.  You grow where you're planted I guess.

And so it goes: