The weather forecast is for low 70’s and sunny on Friday. It will be a perfect day for riding my motorcycle. The only problem is that I don’t have the title work done. I called the previous owner and he will not get the paper notarized and mailed until at least Saturday. It stinks.
My pains came back. Whenever I get upset, a spot in my abdomen and a spot in my back start hurting. I’m tired of hurting, tired of being hurt, and tired of being upset.
There are times when we just have to accept things. I’ve accepted some things:
Now, if I can get rid of the feelings that go along with these things, I’ll be able to cope.
I just came back from dropping my car off to be fixed. My inspection ran out on my car on Monday. As I was driving back from a client’s location, I was thinking that I had time to stop and get my inspection done. The next thing I knew, a loud bang startled me. A school-bus going the other direction threw a rock at my windshield and broke it. This makes about the 7th or 8th windshield in this car; all for the same reason. Of course, I couldn’t get the inspection done with a broken windshield.
Apparently Apple is having problems with their newest (video) I-Pod and their Nano. Which goes to show that any company is just a company and their products are just products. MAC users like to think that they are so much higher than the PC users; when all that is really higher is the price.
http://www.appleinsider.com/article.php?id=1344
I’ve just been informed over on LJ that I have intruded where I’m not wanted. This revelation came about because of a disagreement with someone I thought was a friend. Because of my posts to LJ about the situation her husband — my lifelong friend — has informed me that I’m an intruder into their lives.So, the only thing to do is to remove myself from the lives of those who don’t want me in their lives. I’m sitting here so upset and in tears as I write this. I came home this evening from the store (where I found Christmas gifts for my friend) only to find out that he thinks I have intruded where I’m not wanted. By asking someone how they are doing, I am an intruder. That shows the level to which I am not wanted in their lives, so I will have to accept that and remove myself from their lives.
It so hurts. It’s so sad.
Had something occur to me that was sort of surrealistic. A long time ago, so long ago that I had almost forgotten it, I had a dream about a woman “Marie Monet”. In the dream, this woman was someone very important to me…. a romantic interest. I don’t remember the details of the dream, but I remember the name.
Today, I was at a client’s location and met a worker. Her name was Marie. I don’t know any other women by that name. This evening, I’ve spent quite some time on a community site looking at artists and blogs.I saw a photo of one woman that was interesting. Her nickname was “Monet”. I had a poem/song come to me tonight out of nowhere. It is nearly done, but unfinished as of this moment; and is about seeking true love. After all of this transpired, I was sitting here and remembered the dream from so long ago about “Marie Monet” and saw the connection to today’s happenings.
It might be nothing. But…. it was interesting, to say the least. It was an odd feeling to have the connection come together in my head.
Got a couple of trick or treaters tonight. Not many. It’s a shame. We used to be known as **the** place to visit for Halloween.
My sister and her son.
My nephew and his son.
My nephew and his wife; sans her inflatible cow costume like my sister’s.
Niece Samantha.
Niece Brenda
