World Turning

It's time to come back out of hiding and face my new life. Oh Lord why can't things just stay the SAME for longer than two years anymore?

Wait...am I complaining about my lot in life? Never may that happen! (Bonus points to anyone who knows where that phrase came from) I'm not COMPLAINING I'm just EXPLAINING.

When I moved to Danville I did not know two important things; that the neighborhood really was THAT BAD and that my friend who had the apartment was bipolar. Don't get me wrong, I loved the space despite the bad wiring, bats and other creepy crawlies and it being upstairs, which to my unending surprise kept a lot of people from visiting me. Who knew so many people can't manage one flight of stairs? That still boggles my mind.

Anywayssssssssssssssssss

I knew something was wrong with my landlord/friend within days but I chose to ignore it seeings how I spent 16+ months in a little pink room at my daughter's house sharing a bathroom with 4 other people. Having your own bathroom goes a long way in overlooking bad behaviors. But slowly, surely it became glaringly obvious that this was not going to be something I could disregard forever. Other people started dropping hints about her mental state and I had to make a choice to stand my ground or run. Life lesson-standing your ground is easy when you have no money to run.

The neighborhood had it's ups and downs then took a turn for the worse this past summer. Gunfire, unexplained explosions, people screaming in the street at 2AM, rap music booming from cars day and night, well you get the picture. I was living in the ghetto.

Ghetto +crazy=stress

I wanted to leave, I really did but I had some additional health concerns and my doctor was only a few blocks away. My family begged me to move, my friends not so subtly hinted it was time to MOVE!!!!! I was torn over wanting out so bad and leaving my friend there alone in her unsteady mental state- she had told several others how afraid she was to be there and how glad she was that I was around.

All for naught- I was forced out at the worst possible time for me and my business hopes. Said bipolar so-called friend decided to sell her other house and she thereby needed my apartment to store her extra furniture. She gave me like one week notice- yeah right- try again- someone must have told her to settle down coz she extended it to Nov 23. So instead of focusing on my domino art business I got to look around for a place to live none of which I could afford so I moved in with a childhood friend and put all my stuff in storage because this ain't happening again. I told MsCrazy she was NOT ALLOWED to complain to anyone about being scared in that big old house in the GHETTO all by her lonesome.

Now I'm back in the town where I graduated high school. It's ok but dang it I miss having the library right down the street and going to Royal Donut for supper.

Watch this video why don't ya?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NL84jPY829I

Fleetwood Mac – World Turning Lyrics

Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong
I just wanna be back where I belong

World turning
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
World turning
Everybody's got me down

Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right
I need somebody to help me through the night

World turning
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
World turning
Everybody's got me down

Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right
I need somebody to help me through the night

World turning
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
World turning
Everybody's got me down

Turnin', everybody's got me down
World turning
Everybody's got me down

Let me roll

Songwriters: MCVIE, CHRISTINE / BUCKINGHAM, LINDSEY

Blast from the Past 52/365

I farted around and didn't get any good pictures of myself today so I am pulling one out of the vault. Go back to 2005...about three days after Katrina hit new Orleans. I was out here visiting Jack and retrieving Dakota from his summer with Mommy Kim. Jack took this picture of me at the Trading Post at the Garden of the Gods. Too pooped to hike one more step.

Too Tired To Type 45/365

Wow what a day! Pam picked me up for swimming at 7Am, we took her husband's filthy SUV to 7th Wave for a complete wash and vacuum, and did our visiting. She dropped me off at home for lunch then at 1 I walked over to her house to take her dogs for a walk. After I got back from that I knit and crocheted my fingers off.

I'm beat.

That's all until tomorrow.