“God has no religion”--Mahatma Gandhi

I feel tense, and nuerotic, today, as I often do when the utility bill is due, and I see no way to pay it.

Sometimes, I think that taking my trash out is a pain in the ass, and all I have to do is wheel a couple of garbage cans a few feet from where they sit to the side of the road. I just watched my neighbor push his full trashcan down the flight of stairs that fronts his house. No matter how bad you think that you've got it, somebody always has it worse!

I wish that I had something historic to report, but I don't. Monkey, the basically stray cat, is rolling around in the shade of my next door neighbor's driveway. I figure that there are at least six people that feed Monkey. That cat has sure carved a unique life for herself.

Shawtie is irritating me, as usual, barking at everything: lawnmower racket, planes in the air, people, and people with dogs, who walk by, and invisible butterflies.

Morisson is visiting with The Good Neighbor: it is quiet on her side of the abode except for the sound of her stereo which is kicking out the soothing sound of The New Riders of The Purple Sage.

I have, the past couple of days, been yearning to be somewhere other than where I be; but I don't know where that somewhere is. The grass is always greener. I'm glad that I rent, and don't have to cut the lawn.

Morrison, and I, just took a long walk to the new part of Piedmont Park. It is amazing to see what they have done. We did not find the fountains that you can frolic in. Morison was kind of uncooperative on this walk; he wanted to pee on every pole, and under every tree. I'll have to work on that behavior.

I don't want this night to end. I want it to last forever. I want to feel this breeze upon me for eternity. I want Kitty Poo to come back on the porch; she ran off when the door was open.

You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me.

I'm going to eat some celery, and then go to bed. I am so thankful to have lived today, and look forward to tomorrow. Good Night. Sweet Dreams. I love you.

I'm not sure what time I woke up, this morning, but it was about an hour ago, and it is, now, 10:41 am. I opened my door so that the cats, and dogs can wander back, and forth, from the apartment to The Love Porch. This is the first time in the three years that I have lived here that I have done this. The Good Neighbor's door is also open, so the cats and dogs from each apartment can wander back and forth freely. This is an experiment in semi-communal living. It is a hippy thing!!

The sound of a hammer hitting the side of a house catches my attention, as classical music wafts from my neighbor's living room into my ear. Three of the dogs are passed out at my feet. The cats are on my neighbor's porch trying to figure out if they can survive the jump, and escape from me. All the love that I have given them over the years, and with the first opportunity they would be gone to the great out doors.