Click images for desktop size: "Blue Circles" by Dorian H 49 I walked around for 4 hours yesterday. Couldn't find any way to make money. No work. No hundred buck bills in the gutter.
I'm going to do the same today. Hoping for a better result.
Tuesday is gardener's day for most places around here. Its going to be a totally lovely day, so it won't be bad looking for work but I'm afraid that with the nice weather all the regular workers will show up.
The shortage of cash isn't life threatening. Its just uncomfortable.

Not feeling my best. Not sure why. Part of it is my little blind dog still weighs heavy in my heart.
I miss the little guy.
The other three seem to have finished adapting to losing a "pack member". New routines, new positions for guarding and sleeping.
My puppy did something funny. Both "ha ha" funny and peculiar funny. My friend was in the bathroom. My puppy forced the door open then looked around it to make sure she was there. My puppy then went over and stole some dog food from the Gentle dog's bowl.
My puppy steals food by hiding giant mouthfuls in her cheeks, like a chipmunk. When my friend caught my puppy she said bad dog and my puppy dumped all the food from her mouth on to the floor and slunk away. My puppy hates being called a bad dog.
Well, I thought it was funny.
My mouth and teeth are causing me trouble. They told me 8 years ago that there was a good chance that one of the trials I was on could make me lose all of my teeth in 10 years. Interesting side effect. I didn't pay much attention then and I only remember it when something happens. A large chunk of a tooth shattered. My mouth is sore and shifting around.
Makes me realize I'm not much afraid of dying. I've been close enough to know that's a fact. I am afraid of what leads up to the dying. The slow process. The slow disintegration.
Its like Seth Brundle in Cronenberg's "The Fly". I always vividly recall the scene where Jeff Goldblum is at his medicine chest meticulously storing and keeping the parts of his humanity that he keeps shedding.

Click images for desktop size: "Dragon Tao" by Unknown I try and deal with it by clowning. I think laughing and being silly is the best way to regain humanity. It annoys everybody else so I'll have to find another way. When life is thin the little things mean a lot.
I can't afford to aggravate too many people.
I got an email wanting to know why I went on so much about Woody Guthrie. The writer had never heard of him and figured he couldn't be as important as I was trying to make him out.
Well, history books and media are all controlled by rich men. The rich can be more vindictive then the poor, and they are experienced in recognizing their enemies.
The people control music and songs. The RAIA wants to control it but they can't, not yet anyway. They can't stop you from singing a song to yourself or singing a song with your friends.
I think if Woody Guthrie weren't such an effective enemy of the loathsome rich he'd be better remembered. If he were less of a hero people wouldn't still be singing his songs today.