Maybe

I was writing a piece for this blog, dwelling on the views in my office- out the windows, the flamingos on one wall (bought to cover the wall when I realized that the piece designed for it was probably never going to materialize), the trees on another, the pink flowers on the tree outside, my wanting a change, applying for jobs out of the area, missed opportunities. Much like the other writing I have attempted lately, it languished on a desk unfinished. When I picked it up this morning, I realized that it was, basically,


crap


and the weekend of June 12nd happened and who has a right to dreams and wishes and what are mine really anyway? And I may have the opportunity for a non-temporary job here, where I can buy a car that works so I can have more mobility and ability to travel, which may be all I want anyway and my limited mobility may be behind my need for a new place, new scenery, cooler weather. There is a lot of "may" in this paragraph. But can I make the old place new again? Do I even want to? Can I shake the feeling of being stuck?


In memoriam: