Oh Wonderface...

I really must get out of this habit of making men think my world revolves around them...Or stop finding guys who think the world revolves around them anyway.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T!
MY WORLD REVOLVES AROUND THE SUN!
AND THE SUN DOES NOT HAVE A PENIS OR TESTICLES OR TESTOSTERONE!

There. I think I've made my point.
I just wanted to say that.

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So I kind of want to take a walk right now but my feet are sore from work and the skin is objecting to anything touching it.
Truth be told I haven't really walked in a week but I am also lacking the energy. My body has been really tired lately and my mind is kind of like "I am unamused with these human creatures." Maybe it's PMS. It probably is.
My bullshit tolerance is also low again. Sometimes I have high bullshit tolerance and then...I don't. And then I end up with a creative imagination and occasionally scare people even though I am not serious at all. It is kind of fun at that point just to see people's reactions. "Hahaha I sound like an evil overlord but I'm just a fuzzy bunny...like the one in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. BWHAHAHAHA! Ahem. -munch munch-"

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I am learning to use the bus system at last. I was also offered a bike today too so maybe I'll get back to learning how to go on two wheels and get over the "Awww mah gawd, baby maker pain!" of the seat.
I'm in a slightly silly mood. And yesterday I was all zen and deep thoughts. Dang it. Must be the voice of James Patterson's Max book in my head. Funny character. Kick ass character. Awesooooome character.

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Anyhoo, yes!
So I was walking through my hometown yesterday and just admiring houses from the street level. It's nice to be able to walk the side walks, slow down and really look at things (including that decimated squirrel in the road, whoa man! Look at how far his brains went!). You have the time to see the life in the house as opposed to it being a flash by in the car. I think I like the older houses. A bunch in my town are built pre-Civil War and I can't help admiring their age and simple beauty as I walk by and the personalization and functionalism of them. I would love to walk through those houses and just find the touches of humanity and history. I like the thought of hands and hand tools and sweat and thought going in to the houses, that a person could make a more personal touch. I love the intricate painting and how some of the fancier houses can have three different colors in the window detailing. I think about the care and skill and thought in that. The house was a collaboration, a personal thing, the center, the heart. I have this almost romantic love of craftsmanship thing going on.

Modern houses...the ones you see popping up in these plastic siding, triangle pointed high roofs...they're so big but there's not really that much space. They look huge but inside they're tiny, like a magical tent from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire but reversed. Inside they're white, separated, high ceilings connecting the house well enough to shout who's on the phone. But they follow the sme format. The colors are muted outside and in. The details are minimal, the landscaping far from organic. There is a disconnect. They pop up in a few months and are done, usually on a mostly naked plot of land with nearly identical but gently variegated neighbors. The blinds need to be heavy because there are no trees protecting you from the neighbor that wants to see you walk naked through your living room. They look sad, bland and plastic to me.

I walk past the old houses and I think I was born in the wrong age to not live in those houses in their prime. But they still exist, still are there, living history, unpassed time but for modifications by new owners, adding their stories and marks to the ones before. What does a house see as time?

I love walking the streets in the afternoon. I love the afternoon in general, the soft light that makes the edges of everything softer. I love the afternoon sun through the trees and the fading warmth, the silence of the day. Cars pass only occasionally. A few people are out walking the dog maybe. It's peaceful. It is beautiful.

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That's all for now folks.
Peace.
~Lo