Time goes by

I know you all come here faithfully each day hoping against all fainting hopes that I will have posted the latest in my doings and musings. Well my dearest readers here I am again.

My Job manages daily to increase and confuse, frustrate and elate me. You see as my clientele builds in numbers my time towards cleaning the salon dwindles. I fear the dust rises higher each passing day. Not only that it is the year end for the salon and because my boss so hates to do the inventory it is put in my caring hands. (the ones that I am seeing fumble so badly)(I am finding myself to be one of the most klutzy people I know. I always imagined myself as elegant not so much elephant)(but what the truth won't do to one when their eyes are opened. It jumps on you and sticks).

In my personal life I have started to create again and it sure feels good. I had, for some time there stopped all actions of creating and it is almost a painful experience. The created being is created by the creator to create. I have again organized my small Watership down to make it just a bit more sufficient, it is now much easier to make it a mess. AS one corner cleans up the other magically scatters itself across my floor. (NO it is not truly magic I would just like to blame something other than myself, for it is true that I make the messes in this place. Who else could do it? Not the spiders, I know that much is true.)

"Where have all the flowers gone long time passing?" "To everyones yard but mine" Gack is this yard ugly and I have no clue how to do this yard work thing. Especially with the lack of tools. I am slowly working at it but the ambition is constantly muted by the fact that I might be here only one year more, for it is only a rented home that I have here. Though if life continues on as it so easily does I might forget that it is passing and be here much longer.

Salute to you.