I should have gone to see errant Son today, (visiting hours are m,w,f 1-4) but I chose not to go. I did it deliberately! And now I feel guilty about not going. I should have gone and sat there looking at him through 1" thick shatterproof glass, talking to him on a telephone, because obviously the System thinks that either he or I am a threat to security. (that sentance sounded all wrong should it have been either him or I are?) I have done nothing wrong in my entire life, and I have only gotten one ticket in my whole driving career. Tim has, and he is serving his time, but he did it willingly, and did not have to be escorted into jail, he came on his own, so I doubt if he is a threat either. I feel dirty everytime I go in there. I am treated like I am the criminal. I cant take my purse in, even though I can give nothing through the glass wall to Tim, I MUST show my drivers license everytime I go in. Even though most of the deputies in there either know me personally, or have seen me at the NEX. I must ring a buzzer, and wait to be acknowledged, even though There is no one else waiting to visit. I HATE IT!! I guess I will have to go visit on Monday.
The hummingbirds are now so thick that they are in holding patterns around the three 4 spigot feeders that I have hanging off the eaves. I now am filling them every morning. Soon I will have to fill them at night also, just so there will be bird juice for them at the crack of dawn. I get up early, but not that early.
Baby Bea bunny is getting too big for the cat carrier I have her in, but Bob has not built her cage yet. I now turn her loose in the bathroom all day, and she gets to hop around and get her exercise. I dont let her stay loose all night though, because im afraid she will chew the base board. I have to get her cage built this weekend though. I need my bathroom back.
I have so much to write about, but I just can't seem to spit it out. My blogging seems so insignificant when compared to other more meaningful blogs. USS CLUELESS for example. He writes so well, that you cant help but think that the picture and the biography he puts on his site, are a front for someone else. I'm sure it's not, but... He uses hooks to grab your attention, and just when you think you are totally lost about where he is going with his thoughts, he nails the landing. I read it every single morning, and wish I had the talent to put words to paper like that. I often thought I have some very potent words that need to be put to paper, and maybe I do have, but right now, they are hidden still very deep inside my being. Too many stressful things are clogging the fonts. I need to get my creditors paid off, I need to get my house finished, I need to get my yard done, and I need to throw all the crap in the garage away. THEN maybe I can relax and let them pour forth. Oh yeah, and finish my quilts, and finish my afghans and finish my needlework and......Big Sigh....I'll never write.
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