PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

birds singin'

Monday, Feb. 28, 2005
One of the best things in the world is waking up in the morning and seeing the man off to work. Then coming home and listening to the birdies waking up outside my window that can be open because itís not yet unbearably hot in Florida. Itís beautiful lately and itís never something I donít rejoice about. I love it here. Iím happier in Florida than I ever have been before. Things are good.

Iím making less money now than I ever have in life, because I quit that part time job and the UÖwell itís not the best paying job Iíve ever had. Iím ok though and I can still afford the occasional coffee and soon Iím buying a new car. Iím doing good.

But really, after working 55 hours a week for months this easy life of working 40 hours a week and having mornings off, itís something that I do not take for granted. Itís blissful. Really it is.

Right now thereís a bright blue swimming pool in my view. There are worker bees scrambling all over the buildings in this complex. There are hammers and saws andÖ.waitÖ.

Earlier this morning there were birds singing and it felt so nice to sit here and drink a hot cup of tea and take it all in. Now that thereís hammering happening itís time to go jump in the shower, pick out some clothes and head into work and organize a learning center for the day.

And yah I have an A in this class so far tooÖ(last entry..) it feels good to be all scholarly like. It feels really good.
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