It's been rainy, cloudy, chilly, but it's still spring.

That's good enough for me.

"A Simple Life"

For me the era of "stuff" is fading. I just want to live a simple life now.

"Anywhere can be Home"

I came across the above art, and fell in love with it. Click to enlarge it. It looks like a subway car traveling under the ocean with an "Eloise" kind of character in it.

It all looks so cozy, and peaceful.

This is just what I want my new home to feel like,...an underwater subway car with a fictional little girl living in it.


Well not literally, but ya gets my drift maybe. Comfort, peace, tidiness. This is what I want. On the other hand a sink full of dishes. Dirty laundry everywhere, nothing in it's place, and a pile of bills on the kitchen table has it's virtues. So far so good.

All is ship shape, and tidy at "Sydneyhause". My furniture or at least some of it has arrived. Now I needs pots'n pans, and dishes. This closely followed by food.












(My tiny, but cute dinner table)

I'm figuring out my household budget. My gawd the life of a hause frau is hell! Everything is 'too' expensive. Either I get HBO or food. An impossible choice!

Hummm, maybe I could start a small business on the side to cover the cost of such luxuries as medications, clothing, and books.






















My oldtime 1930's radio, above, and two surviving pieces from my kaleidoscope collection. I've decided not to acquire too much "stuff" this time around. So what I have now is enough.

Speaking of stuff my dinner table, seen in the "Sydneyhause Ballroom" above, apparently opens up to accommodate more guests.

I still haven't figured out how to unlock it. Well no problem. I have till Thanksgiving to break this wooden code.

About my hause budget I have a few ideas to make dough, hey I'm an artist ya know. I'll get back to you on this.

Bourgeois Redux!

Six weeks ago I was a member of the new social category the "middle class homeless". I slept outside, but still had a job, even insurance.

Only in America.

Anyway from that horror to complaining to the painters. I couldn't stand that burnt orange stuff they slapped on the walls with that weird fogging business at the baseboards.

Again,..only in America.

I had them come back, and fix the damage. At this stage of the game I prefer quiet neutral tones. I've had enough adventure lately,..thank you very much.

Anyway they was cool about it, and all's well.

That's me neo-Bourgeois!




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..yeah I know it ain't Christmas.

"...a dream"

All my experiences from the last few years certainly the last several months are catching up with me.

Hey I'm good,..just a bit nuts so no change there I guess.

I'm in my new home, but I still think It's someone else's. I'm still trying to get used to being a person again. Strange is what I'd call my current life.

Very strange.

These last seasons have been filled with dangers, despairs, hopes, and surreal adventures. I think I'm, supposed to be dead. I'm sure of that.

Perhaps of exposure on one of those cold nights I slept on the streets or I 'was' killed in that mugging.

Maybe so.

What's happened since. My being rescued by family, getting my health back, finding a new home. All these things are shadows.

The reality is I'm still in that alley on the ground bleeding to death. That or curled up in a doorway or in Liberty park succumed to hyperthermia.

What I've lived in the pass sixty days was, 'is' a dream within the few seconds before my death.

I have a fear I'll wake up at the very last moment. It will be night, it will be cold. I take a ragged breath, and drift into eternity.

"Rain"

"Rain"

"More Rain"

i need a vacation,...bad!

enuff. i mean e-fuck'n-nuff.