In transmit I truly lose track of time hours and days and months. I was sure today was Saturday. I woke at 4:15 AM but decided to try to sleep some more. At these times my sleep must be measured and ritualized otherwise I will end up riding the energy wave and dancing for ten days straight which yes, I did do.
Luckily swimming is something I can do at the pool next door. Swimming us both uplifting and grounding. We are of water and return to water. Thank God for the pool otherwise I don't know where I'd be. Dry land misery.
I started trimming my bushes. This is a shame issue. When I went to the rotary meeting I located myself as the house with the overflowing shrubs. I also trimmed my hair.
I had a Tom Sawyer moment last week when I decided to tackle the parking lot shards of glass. All the kids came out and I got our collection of push brooms and collectively we made a beautiful zone of sanity and cleanliness.
The kids poked their heads out the window to tell me their pit-bull gave birth to eight puppies. Oh my. This poor family already has five teenage mouths to feed on a Taco Bell salary.
This neighborhood is the third world. Sadly this is why the street-level employee drug dealing takes over. The small time street level employees are servicing district manager dealers who operate at the next level. These guys put themselves in harms way to make a buck. The second tier dealers drive the fancy cars and are rarely seen. Then there's the third tier. Who knows where they are?
Other people's coffee and tea always tastes much better. That's why we travel to friends homes.
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