Punching Blankets
What if not everyone is meant to be loved?
It is hard to have hope when you are hopeless.
Uh oh, I feel teen angst. I thought you were supposed to outgrow that? Oh well. I’m not feeling so great. And my eyesight is worse than ever. But at least it’s bedtime soon.
And I managed to do a little on the exercise bike. It’s been a little while. Due to depression and frustration and other things. But let’s try that again then. Make an effort. And so on.
Sweet dreams.
February 11th, 2009 at 3:59
The robins are back! Or they just decided to come into town out of the timber. I don’t think many of them left to migrate south this winter. Sure is nice to see their plump little orangey-red tummies and brown backs.
Now we wait for the turkey vultures to return. A sure sign of spring and warmer weather.
You aren’t hopeless, my dear danish goat boy. And we all love you very much. And so do the goatzies and the sheepies.
I know it’s not the same, but it’s enough. You are a lovable person and I fully expect you to find your soul-mate and be loved for who you are (and of course because of the cool goatzies you know!)
February 11th, 2009 at 22:42
Debster – What about the Batmans though? If the robins are back then surely there are batmen?
You are too kind. Thank you deb.
February 12th, 2009 at 3:00
No batmen in the yards in town yet!
I’m not always kind. Remember when I have to kick “some people” in the butt to get them going. Just ask my husband!