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Just to let you know.
I am having my own discourse.
It takes me places.
Am I grounded, today?

For the most part,
I'm doing my job.
Getting on with It.

Finding it hard to write,
but I care enough to say,
How are you?

Where is this going?
I only care to recognize u.
Your strength to be strong.

You are doing things here,
That you must recognize....
Will change you
And change us.

We are unique beings.
Trying to stay __real__ in this world.
Long enough for the change...
That is surely coming.

I know nothing as fact.
Only resonating with spirit. God's love.
Is that truth?
I want that you would and will remain strong.
To speak your truth.

In love...it is me.
Look at my blog.
I struggle and try to survive everyday.
We must remain here and be strong.

So there... Who dat?
Me am all here right now.
Me love the way...me comment.
Is pretty much the real me.

All that I am ...is real.
As are you.
Would you consent to be...
one of my favorite blogs?

Good/day!

So That Is a Start... A Way of Saying I am Me.
I want to be Here, but I keep running away.
But for now, I will be waiting and scheming.
I am not much for trying. Success is relative.

The window of this opportunity is a long way off and I am the only one, who can bring me into focus. I am distracted by the usual need to feed on other things. It is the day before Halloween and our fourteen year old wants to be a dinosaur, but she had better think about staying warm, because tomorrow is going to be in the low twenties at candy time. Suffer the little ones if they don't get sensible and just dress warmly. I remember a few years ago when it was so cold and I couldn't believe the kids were out there in almost nothing...including our own.

As for me I am departing for this night to watch a show on TV./Like I said nothing much gets done...when you are a servant of the Tube. I'm not a goner, but the show I want to see... has character. It is called Friday Night Lights. I am kookoo for coco puffs. I'm out. Good day!Trust me...I am very Rusty!cya

That leaves room for some truth. I plan on continuing in this vein, at least until I finally run down the voice of the day. I will be off my spot if I don't find a better way to start. At this point, I can't seem to locate the address of my brain. The part that has minimal responsibility for where I find myself thinks it is futile to exceed the mark of the previous efforts. I have got to raise my game. At this point, it seems as though, I am intent on disappointing my few readers, who will no doubt take me off the list of drop-bys. I must begin to identify my interest in other blogs, which I read quite often. I need to let them know, how much, I appreciate their view of the world. For the most part, I am the only one, who comes here.

This is an underwater piece and I am without a song. Their is no view. I am full of emptiness. It is a bird tied to a tree. A fish up on the rocks. Last time I went out to dinner. I didn't know what to eat. Life is a happy flow of choices, if you choose to be happy. I want to move quickly and get to where I want to go. This is not a big surprise. This is just a phase, I am going thru. I will hang on and learn the method that makes my efforts meaningful. Whatever it takes to do this. I will find the way.

For years, I was a writer of journals and flash prose and poetry in notebooks and that was really my medium, as far as comfort, but I want to learn to compose on the typewriter, because then I can upload to the computer. Actually, I am typing this on the keyboard of a computer,duh!

The apple does not fall too far from the tree. I had a very full day at work. I really wish, that I was able to share the challenges of trying to grow human interactions and actions in/to a reasonable parade of results. Everyday we run the basic game plan for a boy or a girl, who is missing the greater part of intelligence and in a most admirable way, somehow we, all, accomplish some small miracles...all the while... trying to entertain and enjoy the life of being...within the whole fabric of this life. It is a world without recognition of the effects of the outside world, even though the workers, of course, bring their baggage and joys to work. We engender the best outcomes that we can...trying to be the best that we can in every moment. The predictable is under our control. The other outcomes, sometimes are quite amazing. All in all, It is back at it tomorrow, so I must go for now and I suspect this will only be another pebble in the pool for me, but I am better for being here. I will not give back the key to me. I am home for good. For whatever reason... This is what I am. Forever. All the right reasons are the right choices for choosing to be me. Who the heck else could I be? Trust the Rust,cya.

   My name is Rusty. Let's say it really is Rusty. Like I would really give my real name. Oh! Excuse me, I was going to expound on rocks. This is a subject dear to my heart and concrete enough that I won't be riffing on the wind with a full head of steam, talking down or up on subjects, that give me the fits, because I feel not yet able to expound on differences of conjecture that this world foists on all of us, everyday.

        As to rocks... I am certain of these, because you could say... I handle them quite often. They are not my work, but when at home and not having the inspiration to start a new project- I will go outside and play with my rocks . Our earth that we bought or should I say that the  bank is holding for us while we make payments...Is loaded with the multiple varieties:  river rocks...like stones and gravel and  boulders. It is what they call glacial moraine and it was left when the glaciers at the feet of Mount Rainier receded a billion years ago or six days  ago depending on one's point of view.

       Someday, I will grace these pages with a kind of poetry . It takes an inspired moment, but I feel so good about getting back to writing, that I believe I will return to all forms and  functions.  Really we're in pretty  good shape as far as that goes. 

        It's Sunday evening and the family; My wife and daughter are occupied with reading, while watching a Sunday cop show. Actually the younger is on the phone with her friend, who went to the mall today. Oh! They went together with  my wife. Wierd how I skipped by that. She also stayed overnight. They are best friends and both in the eigth grade.  I talked to my Mom and  Dad today. Our son, 26, was over for dinner... a nice visit. I am very stark tonight and not interested in rocks at all. I had enough of rocks I guess. These are kind of like rocks. Heavy inanimate objects signifying nothing, but marking time sitting on the earth waiting to be picked up or left alone. Either way they will still be rocks.

       Finally the rock theme is a true dimension of my existence in this place . Right now I am working on finishing a circular driveway out of river rock or glacial moraine rock. I know my rocks. I just don't know the common nomenclature for rocks or stone. I've done paths and walls and also my rock stacks, which are very zen like in their presence... piling and balancing single rocks- one upon the other- up to four feet high.

     So that about does it. I slept in today and missed all the Sunday talk shows. I really didn't want to celebrate with the usual blatherers  about how all things bad are President Bush's fault.  Another late developing scandal to reset the clock and put us back on the wrong track again. When will this country ever get back it's will.  Not the fascist form, but the willingness to sacrifice personal  misgivings and support the best efforts of the government in power.   It's seems that we're constantly throwing out the baby with the bath water.

         This next election will be another dirty mess and I for one am sick of going down this road everytime. It's no better than surviving a car wreck, but they call it leadership and government and  we have newscasters who call the rise and fall of the latest poll as though we live our lives by polling or taking the temperature of the day. Let's live our lives and be as happy as we can and be grateful. I'm honored to know that I can write something everyday and that I care about you all of my friends and family and anyone that I come into contact with will have my genuine attention. I do care. That is my Model. Love you All. Goodnight,  Trust the Rust,cya.