gotten back to the radio

it's another foggy iffish day here, garden is lush, so much stuff to do and cat scratched my hand with a big rake (right) big streak on the drumstick, here she comes 'sawwreee', weaves in my legs, wants some turkey dinner I suspect, she's thin but I do feed them often, honestly, bunch a wild creatures..thiking about the crowie thing..nice man at lions club last night says his cat died..well he has arms like real crow kind of a face that way too but I see my son in his person...so what does that mean?  I'm picky or what??? kinda like him I think isn't like the rushdi letters though, declared passion and so on, what if's..well, been there done that didn't we anyways, rushing through the morning to get ready for volunteering at CoOp...that'll be first, then maybe tires, running around looking silly when guys come into the picture, what's best, be yourself, feel voluptuous?  kind of oozing it I was when that all began last evening, tried to dress up for it should have worn dancing boots, that woulda done it, bunion squeezed into painful gridlock and watched an Allen movie he's always so good but there's this overlay like frosting about eh, get with it, we're past that? hardly, more about NA woman and her man in the spirit world should read those Skuny muny stores about that I think, mostly about projections of selfworth to deal with, it's all good..just thinking, mmm, now that's a good thought, listened to chopin yesterday quite enjoyed the contrast with the lousy little peddler who  played for the murderers...I guess I'm glad I'm their last filter...yep..I think so..maybe that's my challenge, anyways I know what love is, kind of used to the man's chest as my pillow, hehe au revoir