I should be working on my Trek short story to get the next part posted. I did a quick one for Bob and posted a poem and written the rest of a loooong email [no, y'all can't see that !!!!] But what am I doing instead??? Sitting here catching up on other blogs and trying not to fret about my meeting this afternoon with Pastors, or the friendship issue. Which, if I'm such a negative influence---why does he agree to let me babysit their kids? He is so confusing me right now with the issue. Grrrrr.....I missed a library appreciation dinner last night to babysit too....double grrrrrrrr!!!!! I'm going to go up the mountain to another friends after the library closes, as England is now 6 hours ahead of me instead of 5 [until we switch foward this weekend] and I so miss chatting with him in the afternoons. Not much else to write about.
We all see the world differently, sometimes correctly, sometimes flawed. This is my slice of reality, My Secret Place...where I come to vent, to imagine and to muse, to ramble on about my trials large and small...amongst people who accept me with all my flaws and foibles...and read anyways.