The happy place

∞ Hello

What is this?

The composted hen still haunts me when I open the compost lid; I hear the sound of the hinges creaking but in my mind’s ear I hear her cackling and I envision her being buried alive in there but she is dead. Buried adead.

I have her as my background picture in the phone. Her cute face.

I think about my sister and it makes me angry. She makes me angry. She is a fiasco.

I’m thinking about the future and I must say that it’s looking pretty good, depending of course on how far into future one looks. And also depending on on what aspect of that future too. Also it’s hard to avoid the harsh truth that death is in the futures. All of them. 😐

I’m leaning more to the left now, politically. It’s hard to lean otherwise when you are emphatic, not impossible, but hard. I think.

I believe in reincarnation or at least in the afterlife because I feel so old right now that it’s like several hundred years old. How else do you explain that? It’s an old soul.

Life is a miracle and my black little dog is turning brown/gray and has a brighter tone right around his eyes. He looks like a muppet now or something. He is warm and soft.

He peed on the carpet just now.

The other dog is beautiful like a fox.