work work and more work

that's about it, work fills most of the time of life and occupies the mind more than anything else these days even more than it does for most people cuz i am responsible for all operations 24/7 and with helpless lives in the hands of poorly educated (the south does not have a decent public education system) and some problematic staff (not to mention a 25 year old poorly maintained building and grounds), there is always something to be fixing... we do the best we can as a non-profit dependent on medicaid and donations to keep the people alive and it is challenging emotional and physical (and monotonous) work for $10 an hour, so what can we expect of a culture and system that used to warehouse human beings that were not good enough to care for themselves (no less be seen in public)... ah, but who has time for a soap box anymore...

alas and all... these eyes are blurry from fatigue a lot these days... can only imagine what the mind is thinking sometimes... i still dream a bass will join me to fill the bottom in... and maybe then some lead guitar so it wouldn't sound so thin... and then some drums to set the beat and help me keep in time... and way back in the distance, some strings would sound so fine... ah, yes, the dream of sharing creativity... and the dream of sharing love in an intimate partnership... somewhere deep inside, those dreams still are the only dream i know... thank you john... thank you harry... and good night mrs calabash, wherever you are... so giggle and remember, don't blink, cuz you never know when those dreams might come true...

narf :)