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I guess I understand why the movie industry keeps trying to put The Great Gatsby on screen. It's a great story, great memorable characters, and peaks to high drama. It's colorful, a story of bright pastels, has wonderful, direct conflict, and is deep in back story, so even though it's roughly only 200 pages of a novel, its width is years. F. Scott Fitzgerald condenses the story perfectly, a bright jewel.

So it's perfect for the movies? No matter how often they've tried - six, ...

My friend said something
about poetry
‘it was words singing’, something like
‘emotive association’,

but that was a glance of cleavage past,

a smile and fiddle of sandal,
the way

her golden skin
shined with sweat till
it dropped,

right in the dark valley
of her frilly green
and orange dress,

cool and
open-topped,
as if to let the air in
for a slow ...

I could think about this comfort zone idea for ever if I had the time. But my thoughts now and after thinking about the comments from my last blog I am gonna try not to think about it that much, I am just gonna do what feels comfortable to me and not be bothered by the opinions of people around me. My mom told me that I should work on my social skills and talk to people on the street, and she said it in a way 'you can do it if you try(and you should!!)' I just thought to myself 'I don't want to' ...

I have gotten a few kicks from many directions in the last few days about comfort zones. Not directly but in my head they hit that zone. I am happy, I am not unhappy I feel good most of the time even though I am lonely sometimes i's nothing that bugs me a lot. I like my home and staying there. I do the things I know and follow a routine. These things make me happy. I play or read for my son, I pet my dogs and take care of all three. I read my books and watch my tv and drink my coffee in peace. ...

One can never be too cautious.
There is a lot of activity coming and going at the Dpk and currently I am still spread between two parks, one on each side of the road making it hard to watch all the traffic coming and going. This evening as I walked over to the upper park with my trusty yellow wagon behind me (I was going to empty the trash bag) I noticed some litter in the parking lot and went to pick it up; after picking up some loose bags and paper my attention was turned to a empty ...