there are times when i live in squalor. this is one of those times. it seems my dish-doing habits have diminished to a weekend-only activity. it's pathetic really. sometimes i'm just not very good at taking care of myself. i leave food out overnight because i forget to put it back in the fridge. i have socks strewn everywhere and random paper (mostly receipts) littering the floor. it's pretty bad, and yet, not so unbearable that i'll do anything about it.
this evening i helped out collect food for the partners-in-mission food bank. we walked the streets of kingscourt, and enjoyed the uniqueness of the war-time houses. it's neat to see how they were all so completely the same when they were built, but over the course of 60 years they've all been changed and modified. i love that neighbourhood. it was a beautiful evening for walking outside. i wish i'd worn different shoes, but that's ok. a few blisters won't kill me. i'm always surprised at how pleasant and generous everyone is, it's encouraging to see that people can be so willing to help.
the tone of my life these days is hope with a little bit of the familar. which is good. sudden change doesn't become me. it must be slow, subtle in it's approach. casual and yet suggestive. i like it. it's very peace-provoking.
now if only i could find my writing book i could head out the door to storytellers anonymous....
i wait for you.
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