Thursday, March 16, 2006

KP2006MAR15 TIDES OF MARCH!

KP2006MAR15 TIDES OF MARCH!

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KP2006MAR15 TIDES OF MARCH!

2:40 PM NOW

Things mostly going well.

Keep thinking about the
old man and his horse.

Eating SO WELL lately!
The trash can I sliced my
finger in yielded a quart
of super-catering quality
pesto sauce, and 21 oz of
french sheep fetah cheese!

Really busy. Trying to get to
Merrell-Wolff's Experience and
Philosophy, and several others.
No time so far, though I have
been reading lots of news.

Haven't worked in almost two
weeks now, about down to my
last $20 of ready cash: time to
worry about gas soon, and some
bills coming up fairly soon. Still,
I was half sick with a sore throat,
plus my sliced finger, but I still
made headway in several areas.

Back to scrubbing pans at the
dining room where I eat three
days a week. Feels good to be
back on the crew after a week
off with my sliced finger. Nice to
be taking food home again too.
My dogs definitely appreciate it!

2:51 [yawn]

I had to laugh about how I'm
getting my food. I've been
dumpster diving [on and off]
since I was a kid. I used to
browse the garbage cans on
the way to school as a kid.
The neighborhood doctor
had some really neat stuff.

Anyway, I used to have this
great dumpter I got about
20 pounds of meat out of
every week. Then a couple
of years ago it just dried up.

What I bummer!
No more free meat!

NOW I realize that dumpster
is dry because they give the
post dated meat to the very
organization I wash dishes for!

NOW THEY BRING IT TO
ME AND COOK IT FOR ME!

Everything they decide is
out of date, or has a spot
of mold on it, or there isn't
enough of to cook big with,
goes right in my garbage can!

I'm the top of the food chain,
and the last hope for discarded
food not to go to the landfill!
Ironically, we never let anyone
get near OUR DUMPSTERS, so
if I don't rescue it, it's garbage!

That's about as karma-free as it gets!
I had a great laugh when I realized
just what position I am now in!
The Dumpster Diver's Dream job!
All the serving pans come to me,
and the ones with meat juice gravy
and pieces of meat are all rescued!

[yawn] 3:00 [yawn] [yawn]

I keep thinking about the old man
having to sell his wonderful horse.
I find myself crying whenever I
try to look more closely at it.
I was crying at the sale too.

3:10 [tears]

He may have badly needed the money,
I really don't know why he had to sell.
I suspect economic catastrophe, or
perhaps ill health or impending death?

I certainly wasn't something he wanted
to do at all. He *RADIATED* GRIEF. He
also radiated pride and love. He told us
a how wonderful she was, not to BS the
price up, but so we would KNOW how
wonderful she was. It was all about
finding her a new home with someone
who loves her and protects her, because
they appreciate her talents and use them.

[tears] How many horses win that
kind of love from their owners?
How many owners show that kind
of love for their charges? He
wasn't up for sale, but if I was in
the market for a horse, I would
have been bidding on that one!
SHE'S A GUARANTEED KEEPER!

Seeing that partnership in action
was thrilling in it's loving beauty.
Seeing it broken by forced sale
was sad and ugly in hextremis.

[many tears] 3:26

Ever felt like this before? 3:32

Ten years ago, living in a lovely
trailer park, full of speed freaks.
One of the speed freaks, who I
thought was my friend, decided
to send my dogs to the pound
while I was a work. She got
the one she liked sent to the
pound, and kept there for a
couple of weeks. When he
got out he was sick, but I
didn't realize it. He finally
died because I didn't know
what was wrong with him
or how to get him well.

I was broke and unemployed and
I couldn't kill her or her dog, which
I *SO MUCH* wanted to do. I had
horror stomach and self-hatred
every time I had to NOT kill her
with my bare hands. Not killing
her made me ill every day.

Ugliness and horror ruled,
and I couldn't see anything
I could do about it then.

When I went to work, my
surviving dog was more or
less at her psychotic mercy,
and he was the one she was
trying so hard to have killed.

3:50 [thoughts] fone call.

Got to go to town now:
I can pick this up later.

= about 1.25 hours

THANKS FOR READING!


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