Saturday I zipped around to various artists open studios, stopped at the library, dropped some books off at the thrift shop, drove by a house someone told me about. Basically had a fun "out" morning.
I used to see the church from the house I once owned in this town. Not sure what they are doing to the house below the church. The sign says "Not to Be." If they were tearing it down why not just smash it rather than take it apart board by board as they seem to be doing? I am rather fascinated by the process and the haunting feel of the place.
The churning river below the church that flooded 5 years back on my 60th birthday. Many homes were destroyed and a number of people killed. The Cold River.
Sunday I had a crash of sorts. Feeling very lonely and bereft. Registered for Yahoo people meet thing. Am I nuts?
I know my sadness is all my fault and under my power to change. I know....but still..... I took myself out to a cafe for a cup of tea and also perused books in the bookstore. That wasted some time and lightened my somber mood a bit. But why, I ask myself, do I still have no in-person friend? I was going to expand my horizons and take a 6 week poetry class, not that I need the instruction but just to meet people interested in writing, but it was canceled.
And why does it seem I have to pay to be around people? Rhetorical questions.