Sometimes everything comes together in perfect fashion. My life has not been an example of this very much, but I will say things seem to be coming together right now. As it is, I pretty much plan on getting out of the Greenfield area fairly soon. It has been real, it has been fun, and you know it hasn't been real fun.
There are several options. All of them include leaving Ross/Highland county. One of the more promising new ideas is to relocate to Louisville, Kentucky. I need to find a place that is dog friendly though if I move out of state...I have a companion by the name of Steve Honnold that is pretty much my best friend in the whole world and I could never go anywhere that frowned upon dog ownership.
I hooked up my stereo system today. The record player worked like a charm. Emphasis on the -ed, because it doesn't work any more. I played Dean Martin earlier, and then this evening when I tried to get the Eagles (not the @%!&ing Eagles man!) playing, the damn thing wouldn't spin. It is just my luck. It is like everything I even remotely come into contact with completely goes to crap.
But I keep my head up, and my chin to the grindstone. Because it is all just grist on the mill. This Chinese proverb essentially means that in every trial that life throws at you there is something to gain, which means I should pretty much be sitting on a virtual treasure trove if my memory serves me correctly.
Hoping for dharma transmission. And for a lady who can put up with all of this. And understands that I am like a difficult puzzle. Hardly worth the effort, you might never get it put together, all of the colors look the same, but once you get it, you feel a few minutes of glorious accomplishment until you are on to the next one. I am kidding, I am not nearly as cynical as I seem.
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