He travels the world on the backs of others
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea
Instagram, YouTube? I dunno. I want to write some stories placed in Thailand... maybe a screen play... complete with music in Thai/Lao. I've even sang some to myself (melody/images rather than words). My voice left me long ago but that shouldn't stop me from singing.
I wish... I was looking forward to my high-school reunion... but covid. I no longer live close to where I grew up. None of them live here. I have to rely on new connections.
I can imagine it would be overwhelming for the senses. I live in quiet and will need to adjust next time I travel. I mostly live in silence and that's not in my forecast.
I'd be pissed and demanding to be paid for answering the phone! I worked 11 pm - 7 am. I did NOT works days. I did NOT work evenings. I slept 8-4 and told friends not to call me unless the house was burning down. I literally could not work if I didn't have enough sleep.
Some at that time thought we should have rotating shifts. The night crew adamantly said NO. My opinion? Rotation is an abuse and so are many schedules for police and hospitals. I've worked both. You want a doc or a cop who's worked 16 hours straight to look after you?
I am finding it quite fun to write again. I call it my "me" time. My family is grown up enough to know not to bother me when I am tat-a-tatting at the keyboard. Makes me wonder how I ever did it when they were little, but I somehow managed to squeeze writing into my life. It goes to show how the artistic part of our lives has a need to be released. There are times when I feel all bottled up, and the need to write, draw, or create is overwhelming. While my computer was down, I had to improvise. I used cooking, crafts, and Christmas shopping as my outlet. It was quite the fattening, mind bending, and expensive exploration of personal tranquility. HAHA...writing is much more fulfilling.
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