wellness is relative

i am not well. that's what i want to answer when asked the question...the goddamn question...of "how are you?" what i don't want to answer, but yet there's a swell within that just wants to scream, is BECAUSE OF YOU!  but that wouldn't be true. of course it wouldn't. we just want everyone to care....instead of ask.  i mean, right?

.... ah, there she is.  the kitty that's been running back and forth between far barn, near barn, backdoor barn and my adopted front porch.  she has the fur, a beautiful solid grey, of an outdoor cat.  rough at the edges, yet gentle as a well socialized beast.  it's already turned the style of any animal's fur that spends a lot of time outdoors and is forced to adjust by its own evolutionary armor to the elements of winter.  winter is coming.  thus, this cat's fur looks punked.  slightly shocked, flashed stiff, as the winter coat forces its way up through the existing summer softness.  her name is gin.  and it seems she accepts no boundaries. i open my adopted front door, she walks right in....despite the THREE dogs (one of them, at least, a stranger and 10 times her size) ever so eager to get in a sniff.  i open my car door,  she jumps right in...and while i stand ready to go inside the house juggling, dangling 3 or 4 odd-shaped packages between my two arms, eight fingers, two opposable thumbs (thank goodness) and both hips (thank GOODNESS (womyns hips are the sexyest)), i open each of the four car doors hoping the cat will finally jump out of one. ...sometimes she doesn't.  eventually, with this behavior, don't you think she will finally regret?

we all have our vices. the first step (to what, huh?) is admitting them.  that could be an interesting exercise.  why don't we all open a new document and write down our vices? 

...excuse me for a moment...

wow. that went deeper more quickly than i thought.  especially the second on the list. but i admitted them. number one vice is easy to correct. number three, easier than number two. i'm not sure what i'm going to do about number two.  die?  ;-)

ah, geez.  look at the time.  i's gots 3s dogs that need walking in the tidied farm fields of pre-winter amber.  then to spencerport to see a highschool musical.  ((it will probably be better than the last Pittsford Musical i saw out at the highschool in Webster))  then to roller derby.  

(((ha ha!  look at that...i addeded the picture!!)))


ah, i just remembered to turn on my saturday morning radio shows.

life is well.