#8

I am torn between being satisfied with what I have, and wanting more.

Surround yourself with people who know your worth. You don't need too many
people to be happy, just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.
--Source Unknown

I hear a dog barking, and I think...oh, I must go next door, and get Henry, but I have already gotten him; he is asleep on the floor, at my place, next to his sister Anna. I have four dogs here, right now, two cats and two turtles, and all but the turtles are asleep. It's good to be King.

Sometimes, when people are willing to help
they are wanting to help themselves to the person whom
they are offering help to.

You're richer than you think
You're not as broke as you think you are,
if you count your blessings
instead of worrying about what
the other man has.

Portrait of part of my animal morning: The cats knock things off my desk: speakers, a remote control, and the thing that I plug all my stuff into so that they can be part of my computer; then the cats go walk in my plants, so that they can get to the window sill. Anna, a dog, who is visiting, shits at my front door, when I have just taken her outside. It's not always good
to be King.

Joan drank a bottle of white, tonight, "because nobody else was drinking white," she said. She handled her liquor well, didn't wind up in jail like I used when I got drunk, and blacked-out. She's asleep now, so it's just me, the dogs, the cats, and the turtles.

I was just looking out my front door to see how the day looked, and I heard fierce cat screaming behind me. Jaggar had fallen down behind the pantry that borders the window sill that he, and Kobain, like to climb up to and sit on. Stupidly, instead of grabbing the piece of furniture and moving it, I grabbed Jaggar, who of course bit me, hard, on the thumb. That made two of us in pain. I finally freed Jaggar, who ran off, without thanking me.

I don't understand, "Viewings," where you go to A Funeral Home
and look at a dead person. I would rather remember people alive.
A neighbor's son committed suicide during the week, devastating
his wonderful parents.

Who is badder ass than Jimi Hendrix?

Often, I don't read the news, I just scan the headlines, and this makes me
an informed citizen.