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| Monday, September 6th, 2004 | | 11:49 am |
Coyote
You're right, all. I have been asleep at far too many wheels far too long. Here are the requested lyrics, I can get the tune entered soon, either as an mp3 or midi. Dance of Coyote I'm out here in the middle of the desert at midnight in the moonlight with nothing at all on but shoes I'm out here to dance the dance of coyote, what the hell!, I've got nothing to lose. Hi-yup! there goes the right shoe, now I feel the desert soft, warm, and sandy, under my toes Hi-yup! there goes the left show, now I'm free as the river, free as the wind, as the wind as it blows. I'm out here in the middle of the desert at midnight with nothing at all on my mind but the blues I'm out here to dance the dance of coyote, what the hell!, I've got nothing to lose. Hi-yup! so she left me after 25 years, well I'm coming alive to the fact that I'm free Hi-yup! so I'm grieving, well, my grieving is over coyote, I'm dancing, for you and for me. I'm out here in the middle of the desert at midnight with nothing at all on my mind but the blues I'm out here to dance the dance of coyote, what the hell!, I've got nothing to lose (3x) Remind me to enter my other "divorce" song, Sparks on my shoes. Current Mood:  sleepyCurrent Music: Above (or below, whichever) | | Friday, August 8th, 2003 | | 5:51 pm |
Attitude -- following a posting by drewkitty
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) drewkitty wrote about attitude here . It triggered some thoughts I wanted to record. ----------------- I wrote this a while back: Attitude, it may sound like a platitude, but if you don't have gratitude in your attitude, you've had it, dude! Seriously, I'm also finding out that attitude is crucial. I had been resenting that I no longer have the freedom to go to the Grand Canyon as often as I would like (I care for a handicapped lady -- there is simply no coverage for her night care, therefore I don't travel). Then something interesting started happening. I would find myself in the middle of some menial task or other, suddenly feeling exactly the way I do when I'm hiking in a beautiful area like the canyon. No explanation, but a very welcome feeling. I guess it really IS a matter of attitude, after all... This may be a mechanism that kicks in under stress (something like this may help POWs survive), but whatever it is, I like it. Current Mood: tiredCurrent Music: "A morning like this" - by Ray Phoenix (me) | | Sunday, July 20th, 2003 | | 3:08 pm |
Dante's Inferno Test
So I just had to take this, and I could have predicted the result. Interesting. I'm happier with this than if I had been consigned to the lower levels with no hope of escape. Hey, look, even black holes eventually evaporate, I'm told. Hope springs eternal. I suspect Dante got it wrong, but he wouldn't be the only one, now, would he? I like what happened in somebody's dream (C.S.Lewis?) about somebody else (his writer friend who had passed away) who, in the dream, reassured Clive that "it isn't all that difficult!", or something like that. I repeat an earlier statement I made. If it's too complicated for a child to understand, it ain't the gospel! Plain and simple, the Father is not willing that any should perish. That makes it a matter of individual choice, and I think eternity may be long enough for most everybody to work out their karma. Oops. Mixed my metaphors there, didn't I? :-) The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test Current Mood: artisticCurrent Music: 70 times 7 | | Thursday, July 17th, 2003 | | 8:24 am |
Song: Father, Forgive Us
Father, Forgive Us c. Ray Phoenix When I open up the Bible, and read how Jesus died And understand the way that He was cruelly crucified Then I wonder how He found the strength, the grace to see it through And still say, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." "Father, forgive them, for they do not know the way they hurt each other, Father, forgive them, they don't understand that all men can be brothers Father, I'm praying, as I'm coming home to you, I'm praying, Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do" There are those who have hurt me, who have treated me unkind Some have hurt my body, Lord, and some have hurt my mind I've tried to get even, but I found I was hurting you Now I pray, "Father, forgive me, for I know not what I do" Father, forgive me, for the way I've hurt your Son Father, forgive me, for the hate I've borne toward any one Father, I'm praying, as I'm coming home to you I'm praying, "Father, forgive me, and show me what to do" ---------------------------------------- --------------- I'd like to change the words a bit here and there. I'm not quite happy with it as it stands. I do like the tune, however. Any suggestions for lyric changes? Current Mood:  thoughtfulCurrent Music: Father, Forgive Us (Them and Me) | | 5:29 am |
Song: When you know (that Jesus loves you)
When You Know (that Jesus loves you) c. Ray Phoenix
When you know that Jesus loves you, you can make it when nobody calls
When you know He's watching out above you, you can make it when everything falls
When you feel His loving arms about you, you can make it to the journey's end
You can make it, through anything, when Jesus is your friend
When your head and your heart are aching, and you think you can't even try
When somebody went out of their way to tell you they don't love you anymore,
and it makes you want to cry
Reach your hand out for the savior, you know He's reaching out for you
And take another step with Jesus, you know He'll see you through.
When you know that Jesus loves you, you can make it when nobody calls
When you know He's watching out above you, you can make it when everything falls
When you feel His loving arms about you, you can make it to the journey's end
You can make it, through everything, when Jesus is your friend
You can make it, through everything, when Jesus is your friend
---------------------------------------- ------- This song was used as the theme song on a Vida Nueva weekend in New York some years back. Vida Nueva is the Protestant expression of the Cursillo movement, and the weekend experience is designed expressly for teens. I was very pleased to have this song chosen for the weekend. Current Mood: reassuringCurrent Music: When you know (that Jesus loves you) | | 4:34 am |
Song: Who is this One?
Who is this one? c. Ray Phoenix Who is this one, who understands A thousand tongues, in a thousand lands Who hears all music, as one great chord He is my Lord, He is my Lord Who is this one, who knows my heart Who makes the shadows, all depart Who from my sin and shame, my life restored Oh, thank you, Lord, oh, thank you, Lord! Please let Him in, and know His love He's calling you, from above He'll heal your soul, He saves from sin Oh, let Him in, please, let Him in. ----------------------------- We feel pretty good when we can get two or three melodies to work together. I got to thinking about how God hears all the praises of His people, from the smallest child to the most accomplished musician, from the solitary singer to the greatest of choirs, and how He can listen to it all at once, and how it must harmonize in His ears. What hearing! Current Mood: reverentCurrent Music: Who is this one? | | Wednesday, July 16th, 2003 | | 9:30 pm |
Song: The Old Man is Dead
We wrote this song (Mary, Mickey, Chris, and I) when the boys were about 7 and 9 years old. We sang it dancing around the basement for a surprisingly long time. A nice evening. Some words may be wrong in this version, I'll correct them when I locate my copies of my songs. The Old Man is Dead c. Ray, Mickey, Chis, Marty Phoenix The old man is dead and the new man is living The old man is buried and we are forgiven The new man is born and he's headed for heaven and the old man is gone away The old man is gone with all of his power The new man is living in God from this hour The blessings of God now upon him will shower And the old man is gone away the old man is gone and now God can call us Satan has lost all his power to appall us The devil's defeated with all of his malice and the old man has gone away repeat from the beginning with even more enthusiasm than before. Do this indefinitely. Current Mood:  jubilantCurrent Music: The Old Man is Dead, long live the new | | 9:17 pm |
Song: Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord c. Ray Phoenix Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, for living in the hearts of men Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, and Praise the Lord again PtL, PtL, for opening every door PtL, PtL, and Ptl some more for showing us the way -- and PtL today for giving us the light -- and PtL tonight in every thing we do -- for grass of green and skies of blue for setting His people free -- and PtL with me for every single thing -- for every single song we sing for every thing He does -- for every why and each because for making all things new -- and PtL for you and many, many more which I will write down as they come to mind. This is a fun song to do for a young attentive audience. If someone in the audience is willing to play along and make up couplets, it can be even more fun. Current Mood: happyCurrent Music: Praise the Lord with many voices | | 8:21 pm |
Song: River of Love
the River of Love c. Ray Phoenix The River of Love flows widely, toward the rising sun The tree of life blooms brightly in the morning And all is waiting for, he who says "I do believe" God's love is free to anyone who asks So turn your heart to the savior, your hand to the Lord Let Him lead the way Turn your heart to the savior, your hand to the Lord Watch with me and pray You know, the River of Love runs straight to the rising sun And the glory of the Lord is forever, and ever more Who can say what the Lord has done? who was there when He made the sky and the seas? Only our Lord can tell And we have been chosen by the Son of God to become His brothers too, And everywhere we look His love is there And the River of Love runs straight to the rising Son, We are chosen to be travellers, on the river, of His love. ---------------------------------------- -------------------------- It's interesting to me that I have been told several times that this song is scripturally inaccurate, though that might have been when I had "God's love is free to anyone who loves", or "anyone who cares". I am under the direct understanding that God's love is free to anyone, period. I don't want to start a theological argument here, but I wish it were completely simple to write lyrics that pleased all factions in this wonderful mix of people who call themselves Christians. Ah, well, God will sort it all out, I'm sure. I try very hard to avoid contentious dispute and disputatious doctrine, as Paul admonishes us. I think Christianity is at its best when we remember that it has to allow the "little children" to come unto the Lord. That means, to me, that it ain't s'posed to be all that difficult to understand. Right? So here's to more tolerance and less conflict. Love, Ray Current Mood: calmCurrent Music: River of Love, orchestrated (in my mind) | | 4:31 pm |
Song: Morning Like This
Morning Like This c. Ray Phoenix Well, a morning like this, makes its own music and a morning like this, sings its own song And we thank you, Lord, for a morning like this And for bringing us along Well, a day like today, has so much sunlight on a day like today, how could anything go wrong? And we thank you, Lord, for a day like today and for helping us along Well, a world like this, has so much beauty, in a world like this, we give Thee, Lord, our praise! And we thank you, Lord, for a world like this, and for giving us our days. Well, a morning like this, makes its own music and a morning like this, sings its own song And we thank you, Lord, for a morning like this And for bringing us along, and for helping us along, and for bringing us along. Current Mood: gratefulCurrent Music: Morning like this - guitar and vocal | | 4:21 pm |
Song: 70 times 7
70 times 7 c. Ray Phoenix"70 times 7 times, forgive them", Jesus said "Even when they strike you and they wish that you were dead" Oh, Father, forgive us, as we forgive them and give us our daily bread, "70 times 7 times, forgive them", Jesus said Now, 70 times 7 seems like an awful lot to do I believe it would be easier at 70 times 2 And 2 times 2 forgiveness, well, I believe that could be done But Father, I'm having trouble forgiving them, one time one "70 times 7 times, forgive them", Jesus said "Even when they strike you and they leave you there for dead" Oh, Father, forgive us, as you forgive them and give us our daily bread, "70 times 7 times, forgive them", Jesus said Now one times one forgiveness, you know, that's really not enough If we can only forgive them one times one they'll think our hearts are mean and rough We've got to keep forgiving them, just to prove God's love is true And we've been forgiven for so much more that it's the least that we can do "70 times 7 times, forgive them", Jesus said "Even when they strike you and they leave you there for dead" Oh, Father, forgive us, as we forgive them and give us all our daily bread, "70 times 70 times 70 times 70 times 70 times 7 times, forgive them", Jesus said Current Mood: creativeCurrent Music: 70 times 7, guitar and bass version | | 3:19 pm |
Song: Prodigal Son
Prodigal Son c. Ray Phoenix The feast is awaiting, and the people are praying The verse for the day is, "Thy will be done" Oh, what a rejoicing, oh, what celebration To greet the return of, the Prodigal Son Are you discouraged, or are you downhearted By the things you have seen, or, the things you have done? Remember His promise, that there'a always forgiveness And there's room in the Kingdom, for the Prodigal Son The feast is awaiting, and the people are praying The verse for the day is, "Thy will be done" Oh, what a rejoicing, oh, what celebration To greet the return of (every one of us), the Prodigal Son Current Mood: artisticCurrent Music: Prodigal Son | | 3:14 pm |
Songs
I would like to put a bunch of my lyrics online. How would I do that best? I guess a journal entry for each song, and an entry that points to each song by individual id. I could keep updating the main pointers entry as I added songs. I guess I could point to that entry from my "who I am" info. Does that sound OK? Current Mood: QuestioningCurrent Music: None, listening to NPR news, wipes out inner music box... | | Sunday, July 13th, 2003 | | 5:41 pm |
Meowse's experience talking with young people about gayness
I started to make this a comment on his post, but realized it's a bit long for general consumption. I'm putting it here, because his post hit a nerve, and I'd like to explore it a bit further. ...What a way to make $60 (the great tug of war)... Isn't it surprising that that kind of success doesn't insulate anyone from the kind of abuse you got later? It shows that society is ready to accept the idea that *anyone* can be gay, whether tall, short, white, black, educated, ignorant, young, or old, and a corollary should be (but isn't well recognized) that one really can't tell that much about the book from looking at the cover. When I went to Mexico 42 years ago, I was identified as gay in Nogales. They also nicknamed me "Albeese Prayley" (Elvis) because I sang in the public square for a few minutes each of several days running as part of a Red Cross fundraiser. I did some Elvis songs, and I heard "Albeese Preyley es puto" numerous times. I never had the courage to actually confront anyone about it; now I wish I had. I think I also got accused because the people most willing to spend time with me tutoring me in exactly the right way to say "uno, dos, tres, ..." were young (10-12 year old) males, and who knows but that they looked for gay Americans for tips in their spare time? Who knows what would have happened if I had made a big thing of being, or not being, gay? In the early 60's, a person could get seriously injured over any such misunderstanding, it was easier for me to keep travelling and leave the bigots in the dust. For that matter, I might still take the same course; life is still dangerous. Imagine if you had been 5'4" and openly gay last night, and had to walk alone to your car. Hmmmm? Wow. I guess something in your post must have struck a nerve, yes? I'll take further comments to my own journal (there is probably an unspoken rule about not cluttering up the airwaves in comments). In fact, I'm going to copy the bulk of this to my journal and leave just a pointer here. Well, that's what I wrote, and I'm sticking to it. I need to learn more about sharing to get much more open about my past. But that's a marker. Love, Ray | | 1:36 am |
Need a motor geek
I'll try to keep this short and sweet. I love you all. If anyone has a clue about large ac motors (like for an awesome table saw that I got out of a dumpster) please follow this cut and communicate with me about what the various non-motor parts are and why they work (capacitor, something else that I don't recognize, etc.) ( I'm having great fun taking this thing apart )Peace Current Mood: excitedCurrent Music: A musical I saw premiere of tonight, "Anne of Green Gables" | | Sunday, June 22nd, 2003 | | 12:09 pm |
An entry using lj-cut
In an effort to make my posts more user-friendly, I'm going to put the boring (to most) stuff in lj-cut tags. Let's see if that helps. I realize I still don't know enough. For example, I don't know if multiple edits results in an equivalent number of e-mails arriving in my friends' inboxes (not a friendly thing, if so), in fact, I don't really know under what circumstances e-mail is sent or whether there's a good way to know whether it's being sent automatically to a given friend. So I'll hold the edit down to a single one until I know. ( Boring stuff about Renee's play, Roll Model, and how many accidents have occurred in the past month )( Boring stuff about how I wish I had a proper development system with 'do-what-I-mean, not what I say' compilers )Only the first cut is filled in; no time, no time, no time... Later. Current Mood: gratefulCurrent Music: Fishbowl, by Renee Alper (in my head) | | Wednesday, June 18th, 2003 | | 7:59 am |
Re-entry
I can't believe it's been a full week since I added anything to my journal. It takes about 3 weeks (I think I recall hearing this somewhere) to establish a new habit. Clearly I haven't gotten in the habit of journaling! It's been rather a full week. We have had several rehearsals, and are still uncertain whether the current incarnations of Rick and Johnny are going to work out. We debated having a staged reading to overcome our problem with Rick disappearing, but the new Rick says he's good-to-go with a full production, so here we go. We have 5 more rehearsals, and he's been to the last 2. He appears to be learning the part rapidly, and is playing Rick much more believably than either of the previous occupants of the role. Lonna is great as Lucy, and although I'm sad that Joyce won't have the chance to play Lucy in the first run, I have to agree with Renee and Barry that we need Lonna's experience and professionalism if we're going to make the play work. I got to see all of Act 1 with everyone but Johnny; it played pretty well. There are lots of little things that go into making a character believable and interesting; it's fun watching Barry work to pull it together (he has 20 years experience as a director). Renee is able (at least part of the time) to stop trying to be playwright, director, and actress, and just enjoy being Beth and watching how the play takes on a life of its own. I still haven't had a night away from the house since returning from Arizona last fall. I'm going to have to do something about that, but there is still no one who can take care of Renee at night. I think she's going to have to spend a few nights in discomfort, because I definitely need a break. I just have to decide whether it's smarter to head for California (family), New York (property), or parts unknown (possibly the Grand Canyon) (for getting my head straight). I'll know when the time comes. The first official production of Roll Model will be a reading which will be recorded for the blind. That happens next Wednesday. Thursday is the dress rehearsal, and Friday and Saturday are the *real thing* in front of paying audiences. I think the group will be very, very lucky to break even, but what do I know? I do know that it's an exciting period of time for Renee and crew, so that's a good thing. I still see the real purpose of Roll Model as being for schools, teaching tolerance and understanding of different forms of disability, but it looks like it may play in hospitals in the area first. Ultimately, I expect it to be produced for PBS, but, again, what do I know? I went out looking for mulberries again today, but, other than a tree which had only green berries on it, I didn't find any. We had a nice walk in a park that was reported to have mulberry trees, but part of the trail had slid down a hillside due to subsidence, so the trees weren't accessible. There was some flooding of the lower part of the trail also. We've had a lot of rain here this (spring? early summer?) past month, and people are saying they're just a bit tired of it. I don't seem to mind the rain, which surprises me. It made pulling the weeds in the front flower beds a lot easier, at any rate. An interesting (at least to me) story about 2nd chances. On June 1st, I had the auto accident, and was so depressed that I passed up a rocker-recliner that was mine for the taking, just 3 houses away from ours. I didn't think twice about it until 2 days later when Gene, who had just donated a lift chair (the kind you can get out of easily) to Joyce (the lady who is playing Lucy), said, "but what I really want is a rocker-recliner". Ouch! That would be the one I passed up, except that I was too depresssed to get it. Sorry, Gene! I actually thought we might give him a rocker-recliner that we dumpster-dove earlier, but we've been thinking of that as *ours*, and I didn't think we should just automatically pass it on just because he wanted one. It had been a couple of weeks since we did any dumpster-diving (no time). Last Sunday night we arrived home at about 4am (trash pickup is at about 5:30am). I told Renee that I thought we should dumpster dive "because I want to find a rocker-recliner for Gene". I'm guessing that we've been out roughly 50-60 times, between January and June, probably 3 times a week average. Also, note that we had, in all that time, only ever seen two rocker-recliners. Well, we found one, in apparently perfect condition, very comfortable, and with the added "advantage" (for Gene) that it had been smoked in. Gene smokes, so he won't mind, and I feel much better about having missed the earlier one. However, I do have to watch my tendency to just fold up when I'm discouraged. Much better to be on the lookout for what people can use, and not let my emotions get in the way. I have way too many things to do to be typing, but I realized I hadn't written anything for too long, and wanted to get something into my journal. I guess this will do for now. And yes, I realize that I haven't addressed any of my emotional life in this entry. I think that's why I haven't been journalling; to much going on inside me that I don't feel comfortable sharing. Ah, well, I'm sure the time will come that I can be more real about what's going on. In the meantime, I like Garrison Keillor and mulberries. What more does anyone need to know? Keep tuned. Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: Object on Display, Run for the Roses | | Wednesday, June 11th, 2003 | | 6:57 am |
How it all turned out
I'm sure you're all wondering. I think I have a readership of one (me). I will even formalize this relationship by going back and commenting on my previous entries. Just kidding. However, feel free to jump in and vote on my beard, or whatever, at any time. I wish I'd saved the magazine article, tongue-in-cheek, about the guy who put himself on the big board as a public company. He was initially very pleased, as his investors demonstrated great confidence in his ability to turn a profit. One of his early disillusionments with the process was when the board informed him that his choice of girlfriends left a great deal to be desired and that he really had to give up his reading habits as they did not translate into bottom line profits. His final paragraph relates how, through a series of stock swaps and takeovers he becomes a very small, almost valueless, subsidiary of a huge Japanese conglomerate. Anyway, vote on the beard with complete confidence that I won't be afraid of such an outcome. I still want the PDA that maps my day's activities. It's coming closer, as they now have several with integrated GPS. So I'll know where I went, and if there's a camera that downloads wireless to my PC, I'll know what the environment looked like as well. That still won't tell me what I was thinking, or even necessarily what I was doing, but it would certainly be closer than what I have now. OK, so how it turned out. I went to Cincinnati with great fear and trembling, as you know. It's a 30 minute drive, so I left myself my typical 30 minutes to get there, and arrived 10 minutes late after parking and getting to the correct courtroom. I had on the wrong pair of shoes, brown, with black slacks (I can't find the correct slacks for my suit), my suit jacket (about 10 years old), a white button-down shirt, my best tie, and my totally untrimmed, unmodified, very long beard. Not to mention my hair, which has also not been cut for about the same 9 months. I parked in the nearest parking lot, and debated putting on a pair of ~$350 shoes that I bought when I was making lots of money, which have never yet been worn. I had put one on at a stoplight, and noticed that the sole was so slick that it slipped off the brake pedal. The shoes are *that* unworn! I just couldn't put them on for something as mundane as a traffic ticket, so I put them back in the box (they are now back on the shelf; I wonder if I will ever find the correct occassion for wearing them ;-? ). So I get out of the car, walk to the courtroom, and (my fear is that I will now have to wait until 5pm just to have the judge say "You were late. We've decided to burn your license in front of you and have you pay court costs for all of the cases that were presented here today, including $700 for yours. Off with his head!" the last spoken to a card soldier posted to my immediate left), at which point I feign fainting while I try to figure out what to do next) discover that court has not yet convened, I am in no respect late (in fact, about 30 minutes early since my name (alphabetically speaking) is late in the roster), and the judge could care less what people are wearing. All he wants to hear (I glean this from watching the A's, B's, etc. go forward) is "guilty, not guilty, or "may I request a continuance". To make an obviously long story short, I choose continuance, it's granted, and I'm free for two weeks to do whatever I want. Reappear on the 24th, same time, to make a plea. I love the way the world works. I found that I owed $11 to the parking lot (0-30 minutes, $3; 31-45 minutes,$9, everything else, $11), and I didn't have any cash with me. To save the 3.50 or so that an ATM would charge me for getting money out of my California account, I went looking for a grocery store that would advance cash with a purchase for no charge. The grocery store is recently rearchitected and very nice in the middle of an area that is so blighted that fully 2/3 of the businesses have boarded up windows in a couple of blocks. The very nice white ladies who told me that that's where the grocery store (Kroger's, for those who know the name) is located also told me that "It's not a very nice neighborhood", with the clear message that only a madman (remember I have an 8.5 inch long beard...) would even consider walking into *that area* (unless they had the right skin color (sub-subtext)). I, of course, had no problem walking to the store, but I did notice that the normal friendliness that greets me most everywhere I go was notable missing. Cincinnati sucks integrationally; that shouldn't surprise anyone!. It was about an 8 block walk, so I had lots of chances to smile at people. Not many smiled back. It took a little longer than I thought it would, so that's how I got back to Mason too late to make the next appointment which resulted (indirectly, of course) in my deciding to take a hike with Star which took me past two mulberry trees where I feasted to my heart's content (almost) before returning to the "real" world where I live most of the time. Time out of time. Feasting on nature's bounty. Good (excellent! superb! magnificent!) flavors, a lovely spring day (yes, I haven't seen summer yet here), and all was right with the world. That's it from Lake BrainBeGone! As Walter Cronkite or someone like him used to say, "Filled with those events which alter and illuminate our times", or as I've been known to say "falter and eliminate". I like Garrison Keillor. I like mulberries. No one needs to know anything else about me. Right? Stay tuned. | | Tuesday, June 10th, 2003 | | 11:02 am |
A little more information about the ticket
It turns out that Renee's premiums will not go up, but there is a $200-$300 one-time surcharge if I am found guilty of the traffic violation. On the "I can prove that I could have been in the curb lane" front, I can't prove that I wasn't in the middle lane. I could theoretically have swerved into the curb lane, then straightened out when I saw the other car (or heard its horn). In fact, I can't 100% swear that that didn't happen. I think I have to plead guilty, and take my lumps. So that's kind of depressing. I did come down on the side of not shaving and not trimming my beard. I hope that doesn't result in something worse, but I can make it look essentially as neat by combing and shaping it, so I'm hoping it will pass. I really don't want to change it -- I like it. (Pictures to follow one of these days. Then you can decide for yourselves... :-) It's getting late here for someone who has to be at an unknown place at 1:00pm, so I'm going to sign out. Next entry will be what happened when I went to court (or about something totally unrelated...) Current Mood:  curiousCurrent Music: Object on Display | | 2:22 am |
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to court I go
I have to appear in court at 1PM today. Sigh. I believe I'm incorrectly charged with the lane change. But if I fight it and lose I'm liable for court costs. I don't know if I'm up for that. Why has Renee's insurance company not taken a statement from me? Do they want this to automatically fall in their lap? They should be the ones advising me. Sigh. Note that this note is within seconds of the last one where my mood was "Excited". What a difference a thought makes... Current Mood:  anxiousCurrent Music: Object on Display |
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