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Jul '11

A Post from the NEQ

As I sit here this morning drinking my coffee and smoking a cigarette, I ponder my day. I look out the back porch windows watching the windmill, pointing due South, whirl madly, pushing dry heat north.
Remy and I have grown lazy this past year. I tell myself each morning to get on the stationary bike or pull my yoga mat out or do my stomach crunches on my large bouncy ball, but here I sit, oatmeal drying in the bowl looking at my surroundings for some kind of inspiration.
It is hard for me to believe, in two weeks time, it will be one year since I moved my belongings into storage. How very naive I was to think I would have a place of my own within a month or two. The oil and gas industry is booming (if there is a larger word for booming, insert it here) and every available habitable space is spoken for, twice, if not three times. I make it through each day, each week, each month by telling myself “I am here for a reason.” I must be patient. All good things come to those who wait, right? In reality, I want to scream most days. In truth, I could live with my Mother quite contentedly, but when you add her husband into the mix ….. let’s just say I’m not use to being monitored and he feels it is his right. Unfortunately, Mom takes the brunt of his questions and she protects me, and my independence, fiercely.
So, as I sit here on this hot, dry July morning my eyes wander to the different size cutouts I printed because I have decided to get a new tattoo …. a tribal turtle. I’m in the process of finding the right artist to create the ink and continue to wonder where she will reside on my body.
I guess I’ll pour another cup of coffee and play with my cutouts.

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