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I know what if feels like to be dismissed. I know how that feels to be told, in one way or another, that your services, your face, your words are no longer wanted or needed in the building.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 03.09.2012 @ 7:18 pm
Weave in and out of traffic – not dafe.W
Weave a rug or a basket – very beautiful.
Weave in and out of a life – not pretty.
Weave the dreams together into a life – curious.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 03.02.2012 @ 7:05 pm
Chinese lantern flowers are just so beautiful. The shades of orange and coral with hints of red and yellow just make me want to stare at them forever. I am especially jazzed about the one that grows near a building downtown. That building is a lovely peachy/coral sort of color with a teal trim – the combination is beautiful.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 03.01.2012 @ 7:20 pm
Crew – the crew worked hard?
He wore crew socks?
There is a kitchen crew assigned to clean up?
The road crew is slacking off?
The crew team did really well?
How is crew related to cruel?
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.29.2012 @ 7:19 pm
I dont know much about generators except that they are vital to the people I know who live off the grid. There have been years here in NorCal where the rains and wind have knocked the power off for days on end. On those occasions I have wondered about the advisability of getting a small home generator. But when the power comes back on, I forget about it.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.28.2012 @ 7:47 pm
The crescent moon simply reminds me of the night sky. On a clear night, the crescent moon and the stars make me painfully aware of how tiny earth is, how tiny I am. A summertime crescent moon takes me on balmy breezes to sleep. A winter crescent moon makes me wish Santa had more light.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.27.2012 @ 7:14 pm
Loss is all around me. I haven’t loss many people as in relatives and close people but I am always feeling loss. Loss of self, loss of youth, loss of fitness and attractiveness – loss of intangibles that mean life is new and fresh. Life is so not new and fresh. It is discouraging and full of confusion and disappointments.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.23.2012 @ 7:24 pm
I hate the medical world. I think lots of doctors see themselves as almighty gods.
It pisses me off the way everyone has to kowtow to a frigging doctor’s schedule. When you go there, which I avoid doing at all costs, you are treated in a subservient way. You are make to wait wait wait until it fits THEIR time frame . There is no appreciation for your own time.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.23.2012 @ 4:18 am
I have a gallery in my house. It used to be my daughter’s bedroom and it still does have a guest bed in the room. The walls have wires on them and there are paintings on every wall. I like to put up whatever art I have recently created. I keep a variety of pieces up on the wall. It is adjacent to the room that now serves as my studio (instead of Sonny Boy’s bedroom).
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.21.2012 @ 6:54 pm
Curses! Foiled again
I guess pople don’t care as much as they used to about curse words. Are curse words the same as cuss words? I don’t think so.
A curse feel more venomous and evil and mean.
Cuss words are just words to express anger or frustration.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.20.2012 @ 6:43 pm
Balloons bring so many smiles. They are colorful, shiny and attractive. They can be harmful to animals who might choke on the remains of a broken balloon so one must be careful to dispose of them properly. From time to time, a balloon gets lose from a birthday child on campus and a helium balloon goes skyward with hopes and dreams attached.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.19.2012 @ 3:35 pm
i take shelter for granted. I have always had a place to live. I lived for 19 years at the parents’ while growing up. Later I lived in a variety of places through college and beyond. For the last 27 years I have lived in one place – an old house with character and flaws but I like it.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.18.2012 @ 5:42 pm
The track at SJCC was my early morning stomping grounds (literally) for a good six or eight years . I would arrive there around 4:30 or 5:00 in the pitch dark morning and proceed to run around and around and around – 20 times – to make my 5 miles. I was crazy. It was pitch dark. There were a million hiding places. I could have been murdered or raped or the target of some looney. But I went anyway. I was stupid and lucky.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.17.2012 @ 7:00 pm
Ants were all over the kitchen. They crawled up the drain and in through the window and they were everywhere. They had a distinctive odor and and they would crawl into the leftovers and into the sink and over the cake and the cookies. They made it impossible to eat any of these things – not that they were bad but they smelled yucky.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.16.2012 @ 7:48 pm
i love to flirt. Flirting makes me feel alive. It’s fun to smile and feel that energy and notice the men around me. I am jazzed when they notice me too. I like to be seen. That’s all. I like to be noticed and heard and all that stuff.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.15.2012 @ 7:14 pm
festival of lights festival of fruit festivals of spring
flowers and sunshine and laughter and relaxation and calmness and content and happiness and peacefulness
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.11.2012 @ 9:15 pm
I am not a fan of ponies. I know some people are very attracted to horses and such but I have never had that inclination. I don’t now, nor have I ever wanted a pony. I’ver ridden horses a few times but don’t really care if I ever do that again.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.10.2012 @ 6:41 pm
I adopt kids all the time. I take those kids that I think no one else sees or hears and I make them mine. I look for them, I look into their eyes, I see them. I see their faces and I tell them what I see. Their are serious tragedies walking the halls at my middle school.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.09.2012 @ 7:26 pm
Mark and I used to try to catch butterflies. We would take our jars out to the side yard and wait for long chunks of town. We would wait for the butterfly to light o to something. Then we could come behind and capture the butterfly,
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.09.2012 @ 7:23 pm
Wagon Train! As kids we were always playing wagon train. We were big on games with imagination and that was favorite. We would put on our cowboy and Indian clothes and get out our play guns and ride the horse that was the avocado tree, We watched Wagon Train and other westerns on tv all the time – the whole family would watch. I feel so old writing about this since it is clearly about a whole different time frame. Life was simpler then or so it seems. There were fewer issues but maybe people were more unhappy.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 02.01.2012 @ 7:26 pm
Odds and ends – little tidbits of treasures – little pieces of your life, left to fall on the ground. Sometimes the pieces get walked on, sometimes you lose them . Odds and ends suggest that they are not significant but I am not sure that is the case.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.29.2012 @ 5:16 pm
A cabin at the sea….how nice would that be? My cabin would have big windows that looked out over endless seas and sky/. The cabin wouldn’t be huge but it would be comfortable. It would have a cozy bed with quilts and fresh sheets. The kitchen would be stocked with healthy foods and some not so healthy foods too. There would be a couch and coffee table right in front of that window. I would take all my meals there.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.28.2012 @ 10:23 am
Roman collar – see how the Catholic church has me captive? Even though I have little connection to that institution now it was my only way as a child. I grew up in a Catholic family where the religion was lived and breathed. I think the core beliefs as put forth by Jesus are valid and valuable but the institution has been corrupted.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.27.2012 @ 5:41 am
Plans are made to be broken. I can never seem to make a plan and make it happen. It’s as if the plan was made to give me permission NOT to do it. I think plans are like boxes. When you make a plan, you put yourself in a box and take yourself out just as the plan directs. I don’t like plans but I know they are better for most people. I just want to be left alone forever. Plans get in the way of anything else you wan to do.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.25.2012 @ 4:17 pm
Fences are like walls, only friendlier. Picket fences are the friendliest. Really, though, fences that don’t have slats are a whole lot like walls – hard to see in or out and making for a confined space. Picket fences are sweet, They can act as a leaning post and guide for roses and other flowers. They can be white or brown or weathered and they still can be functional.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.22.2012 @ 2:06 pm
I came from a place where money was scarce. Dinner was always on the table, we had a small, old house, and health care was available but there were few extras. There were a ton of kids though. Fun and goofiness and reading and outdoor play and affection and imagination and community were decidedly NOT scarce.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.21.2012 @ 7:32 pm
BELLOW BELLOW BELLOW When people bellow, they scare me. If feels as if they are out of control. My dad used to bellow and I never wanted to be a parent who bellowed. It happened sometimes anyway .
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.16.2012 @ 2:19 pm
When I was a kid some kids used to have accordions at school. I thought they were lucky to be able to play such an instrument. It wasn’t what I wanted to play. I wanted to play the piano but there was no money for lessons. At least my friends got to play an instrument. People today don’t think accordions are cool but they can be fun.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.15.2012 @ 7:49 pm
Crisp is the word of this winter day. So cold at this hour and the world is one of icy sidewalks, frosty lawns, icy cars. Scarves, gloves, hats and jackets required for early morning walks. The air, however is clean and clear. The eastern hills stand purple and etched into the blue. Trees and sky sparkle with the crispness of clarity.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.14.2012 @ 6:49 am
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i conceal so much of myself. It is better that way, really. I believe if people really saw what is going on with me they would be frightened or would not like what they saw. I conceal by wearing masks, pretending, doing what i believe the culture wants. I try to be what I am supposed to be and conceal that which I am.
» Posted By J O'Neill On 01.13.2012 @ 4:39 am