Day XIII
Blogger ate a compendium post of the last 4 days. I'm not re-posting
it.
No cleaning today. My spirit was broken once I realized that I will be
leaving for Hawai'i in 2 days and can't possibly finish my first pass
here before then. This, in turn, will let wild animals run amok in my
place. It's hard to imagine how that's a good thing.
One big day tomorrow, then nothing.
Pray for me.
posted by b1-66er at 04:40
11 Comments:
Hey comrade, it would be easier to pray for you if we had some specifics. Love? Money? Your eternal soul?
okay
You'll ignore me as usual and you'll reject this offer as usual, but I will pray and I will help in anyway possible: helping you move your boxes tetris-like so things don't look so bad, help you make it through this first pass before you leave, help you run through your place with a bunch of garbage bags, whatever. I'll even hold some items here at my place until you get back if you're worried about wild animals damaging things.
You don't have to do this alone. Really. I will help. I will help.
I'm making this offer because I'm damn sick and tired of feeling like we all have to do everything alone. I'm sick of that general feeling in our stupid country of isolation and standing on our own two feet. That stupid stoic Puritanistic independence that robs us of our ability to ask for assistance.
I will help.
I'm also offering to house sit for you while you're gone so wild animals can't get a foothold (or more of a foothold).
You're laughing and scoffing at this idea, I'm sure, but this offer is real.
Sometimes you need more than prayer or sympathy from all your good friends. Sometimes you need someone who will actually come over, wear a face mask, and help you wade through this stuff.
I'm willing to be that person. Try me.
welcome home, moo.
Fri 11/17: it's so friggin' quiet around here.
Ah, come back already.
thanks so much, still smiling. moo.
(baking cookies, oatmeal chocolate chip :) i always burn/overbrown at least a third of them, but k doesn't mind.)
gmorning :) moo!
i was just thinking about you, too.
:)
you told them you were Lono, didn't you?
goddammit.
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