"keeping everything moving, everything static"
I just wrote a fairly lengthy post that I ended up scratching; it was titled "Hurricane Katrina and the Consequences of Voting for the Contemporary Manifestation of the Republican Party." You can pretty much guess where that was going. If not, your sole source of information on the unfolding tragedy must be Fox News or worse. Hell, even the McPaper, USA Today, had a pretty damning series on the whole thing.
I decided that the post was too caustic, borne as it was of so much frustration and anger and despair, not just at what's happened in New Orleans and surrounding areas but at the whole of the past 5 years and at what's coming down the pike.
However, if I'm going to scratch posts that are too virulent, too impetuous, then I'm not sure what the point of this whole blog thing is to begin with. Part of the reason I don't post that often is that I'm not sure what I'm trying to do with this medium. Perhaps some of my fellow bloggers can offer advice in that regard.
I'm about to head out and get to work on prepping for the big move tomorrow. We closed on the house on Wednesday and have been moving items over the past couple of nights. Last night we were there til nearly midnight; I vacuumed each room meticulously, using all the tools that came with the vacuum cleaner to extract every piece of loose material I could find from the carpet fibers, and then Ash came along behind me with a steam cleaner that we borrowed from some friends to give it the final touch. The place still smells a bit like dog, but now it's more like a dog that just got a bath. It needs some airing out, but should be fine after that. I pick up the moving truck at 8 in the morning and am just hoping I can find enough gasoline to fill it up and get it back across town when we're done. Next time you hear from me, I'll officially be free of the apartment life - for the foreseeable future, at least.
Have a great Labor Day weekend, and Go Dawgs!
I decided that the post was too caustic, borne as it was of so much frustration and anger and despair, not just at what's happened in New Orleans and surrounding areas but at the whole of the past 5 years and at what's coming down the pike.
However, if I'm going to scratch posts that are too virulent, too impetuous, then I'm not sure what the point of this whole blog thing is to begin with. Part of the reason I don't post that often is that I'm not sure what I'm trying to do with this medium. Perhaps some of my fellow bloggers can offer advice in that regard.
I'm about to head out and get to work on prepping for the big move tomorrow. We closed on the house on Wednesday and have been moving items over the past couple of nights. Last night we were there til nearly midnight; I vacuumed each room meticulously, using all the tools that came with the vacuum cleaner to extract every piece of loose material I could find from the carpet fibers, and then Ash came along behind me with a steam cleaner that we borrowed from some friends to give it the final touch. The place still smells a bit like dog, but now it's more like a dog that just got a bath. It needs some airing out, but should be fine after that. I pick up the moving truck at 8 in the morning and am just hoping I can find enough gasoline to fill it up and get it back across town when we're done. Next time you hear from me, I'll officially be free of the apartment life - for the foreseeable future, at least.
Have a great Labor Day weekend, and Go Dawgs!

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Thank you so much for your comment. I'm so appriciative when someone actually responds to my writing. So, thank you for taking an interest. I always try to make things change, and after everything you realize you're nothing like you were striving for. One of the many realizations in life. The song, Breathe Me - Sia Furler
It was in the finale of six feet under, and found it through that.
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