wordsworth

Ellen: I’m getting ready for bed. Tired?
Thanks for telling me about Steven’s photo. I realized I hadn’t seen it. So, I looked through pages of the Circle F site I hadn’t seen and found his photo.

Anyway, I kept looking and I found this one of you. I hadn’t seen that before today either.
I’m tired. But I don’t want to sleep. I want to talk with somebody.
“The best of us can find happiness in misery” Hmmm. Did you? You must have?
Another line in that song is “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me.” Sometimes I feel like I am that self-centered.
Did you notice the T-shirt that said “Everything would be OK if everyone read the instruction manual”?

Did she catch anything?

There’s a movie about a beat poet living on the edge. In the movie there’s a scene where he’s in the passenger seat of a convertible waiting for a traffic signal to turn green. In front of the convertible is another car with lots of stickers on it. The poet says something about the stickers. I can’t remember if he, as a poet, was annoyed with the sticker’s lack of originality, or the automobile owner’s lack of originality. I just remember that I liked the idea of being original, and the idea of advertising my beliefs face-to-face, one-on-one, in action. Speaking with action.
Yes, of course, the correct action, action that doesn’t land me in jail.
Good-night. Dad