kicking myself in the ass

OK I've got to shake this. My friends haven't kicked my ass for me, so I better do it. Must get out of the blues.

Above, is the picture of my best friend. my bud, my companion for 18 years. He is in cat heaven now. I hope he is having lots of fun. He deserves it. It is hard on me though. He is sort of the only one that really took my crap and came back to be schmoozed and pet. What a pal.

This blog is dedicated to him. He went from a frisky little fluff ball. Running up the stairs he could barely jump. He looked so cute tumbling around fiercely batting at our feet. He was a gift given to me. I at first never wanted pets as gifts, but I couldn't resist him. He chose me too. So, I guess we were stuck with each other. He had attitude right from the beginning (much like his owner) but still had that warmth to come and snuggle on the couch.

I will miss him...I do miss him.

I suppose life is like that.

still kicking....

It’s funny how life has a way of giving you the perspective you run so hard to escape. Inevitably it catches up with you. That is this year.

I just realized that I had better write as the last post read rather bleakly. I didn’t want people to think I had offed myself. Things are getting better, slowly. I am not at work at the moment, which really forces you to look at things. Well, for me it does.

What am I looking at you may ask? A person who has put so much time into work there is not much life left when that isn’t there. Our society describes success as money, house, car, and job. I know not all people, but society as a whole. What can you do to break out of that?
It is the bohemian in me. I want to create, live, love, relax, read...but none of that pays the bills. Create maybe, but that is so subjective.

I will lighten up soon, I hope. I want my sense of humour back. I think it went on vacation.

I want my joy back...I hope that didn’t leave me all together.