Big spenders, rich or poor, are learning like me, that spending more than you have, like the US Government, follows you until your legs break over the debt line. I used to spend everything, before the check even arrived. Now, I am stimulated by resisting my fav delicacies, the extra beauty clutter, the wrapped $6.00 soaps, luxury bath salts and body creams, and the RLauren sales. I love to walk into a shop and leave with the one essential item. As I’ve moved into a 300 square foot no-kitchen casita and rented out the house, there’s no room for new stuff. I live with art, music, a few books, and a bulky 32″ television. There is a mini frig that suits two bottles, three condiments, pre-washed lettuce, and sliced cold cuts. Love the condensible lifestyle–so far.
I’m better as a writer than I am a person. Though my syntax is follies;
with backward sentences and too many metaphors. The writing isn’t usually
selfish or timid. In a crowd I need applause before I feel accepted. One on one
my behavior swings from suspicion to doubt and it takes more than a few pages
to break the boundary. I don’t why I thought it would be different now; I’ve always been a loner.
Silent Sunday, before the raucous of Cinco de Mayo in Santa Fe. Awakening to the thread of emotion after watching
“The Only Thrill” a movie made in 1997 with Shepard and Keaton. Shepard says,” NO! Things don’t just work out,
you have to make it happen.”
I do remember what they gave me. THE MEN always bring something you didn’t have before. LOVE THEM