I feel much better today.
Did Kickboe yesterday, tromped around with Alice to get Indian along Front Street. The sun still beating down on us by 7:30, and feeling like a bandit with the sunny night. a sun that won't go down. huge rice crepes falling off each side of our metallic plate. oh my gosh, give us some carbs (we two who can't eat wheat) give us some bread. happy tummies and meandering back to our cars. me and alice: back. Glam and me. after we freaked out when i started dating the boy. side by side we have trucked demented. wanderingg with the same soggy and lame boy stories. she falls, i go get her. I fall, she comes "molly! molly! get up!" she gets stuck behind. "come on Alice, it's OK!" And now both of us startled..... 'What? i've been yanked away?' "No!" Then we realized we're both still as demented as ever. me wondering if I can handle this. do i like this hat-box? I like the lining more than I like the polkadot pattern on the outside. Can I reach in the hat-box?" and more. but she and me finally in gear again. Hearing each other's spokes. gaging each other's threads. knowing.
So scared that I am on another plane. don't want to be on a different plane. i almost miss the agony and the struggle. having the bring myself past the edge, and the next edge. having to do something with the dusty barren place. having to walk around around in circles. tumbleweed. having to bring myself there. to spit on this dust and make it mud to get down and talk to Him.