||[Jan. 23rd, 2003|09:20 pm]
Lori Peterson (or Joe)
|||||The Velvet Teen, "Red, Like Roses."||]|
It is Thursday evening, and I am on a laptop computer in my livingroom, and it is somewhat strange to be writing this entry in the comfort of my own home, somewhat uncomfortable, in fact. As though I am too much in my own element to say any words. Thus, I have little to say. Olivia has been here since Tuesday night, and I wish she would JUST GO HOME! just joking. She has been a blessing, a gem, a ray of light in this dark corner of the planet. My cats may say otherwise, but I think they are warming up to the idea of her being here. Just like when people begin to realize they're getting happy with a situation, it falls out from under their feet. Or maybe that is just me. We went to an antique store today. Oly picked up a snazzy brown shirt...I purchased patent blue shoes.
I'm pleased as punch yet beside myself at the rapid passage of time.
Things are strange.
I think the world is just turning though.
turning away with the time that carries us forth into cruel new realities.