Freak City

Maybe just Spring? I need to shed, but I don't have a fur coat. I biked this morning in the rain, but I didn't get out the...whatever that's boiling inside. Maybe I just need to sing from my gut and strum my guitar really, really loud. If only I had an evening to go to an open mic. Maybe that's what's missing. Dunno. But I'm not up to snuff.

Up to page 100 of the FW book. Of course, that's misleading since I picked the wrong page size. It will be a tiny, fat book.

WOrking on my FW book. It's going to be quite a boring layout because there's SO MUCH STUFF! But that's ok. I'll stick in weird pictures to spice it up, but mainly its just a publication of all the FW and Freak City stuff on this journal, all in one convenient location. The world is turning to online everything and I'm taking an online thing and making a print thing out of it. Why am I backwards?

really. just don't write them down mostly because I don't trust these interwebs anymore.

Frank Weever has become a part of Facebook, posting small thoughts. He'd probably be better suited to Twitter, but I just can't get into yet another site.

Anywho, I'd love to publish this lj.

Ah, why does Frank Weever fall by the wayside in my life? Such a gem. Sad to waste.

I keep wanting to make a journal with only frank weever stuff, but that would require effort. And my effort requirements are filled at the moment.

Trucker Love Poem #5
Next reststop is fifty miles, the gas is floored.
Your face is reflected on my windshield.
It is very dirty, and your photo is on the dashboard.

Trucker Love Poem #103
Your love is like my favorite red, plaid shirt.
There's so many stains, you can't see the dirt.

Trucker Love Poem #64
The road stretches
Just as when you wake
The sun glares at me
Just as when you wake

Trucker Love Poem # 457
As the cheese melts on my burger
I remember your touch:
Warm and rare.
I miss it so much.

Trucker Love Poem #325
Mitch and Me
Kickin’ back beers
I wish you were he.
You cry less tears.

Trucker Love Poem #28
James Taylor on the radio
Reminds me of you.
They are celebrating his birthday
I forgot it was yours too.

This year was the year I spent more time on facebook sending my thoughts than lj. However, because so many people are on facebook, I do not actually say my thoughts. I simply state amusing anecdotes of my life. If I ever said anything too personal by accident, people would respond with alarm. So, I will continue to use lj too. I suppose I could just break out my trusty paper journal, but I have been using that more for lyrics and story ideas, rather than my thoughts on things. I guess I have compartmentalized my exhaling.

It has a been a great year on a family level, and a horrid year on a friend level. Not that I have had any problems with my friends, but a few lives have exploded around me, which affects myself and my children since my community in Albany is tight. But the family is happy, healthy, and financially stronger than ever. Something I trusted would happen, but there was always fear that we might struggle till the end of our days. It is nice to know we do not have to struggle anymore. This means, of course, that now we can afford to be generous. I told myself that many times when my friends were overwhelming me with their sadness- my life is good.

When my life is so good, that doesn't mean I should shut sad people out to keep me in my happy sphere. Instead, I can afford to be generous, I can give love and comfort, knowing I am amply supplied at home.

I hope everyone has a lovely New Year.

My to-do list was doing so well last week. Now it's getting longer and longer. I just want to go to bed.