a red truck just passed by....

I'm sitting in a second-story corner nook surrounded by four windows trimmed in white.  A decent-sized shefflera, a hollow glass pear, and an empty birdcage accompanies me as I sit and look out towards South Temple and think about what to write.  Or not think.  Mostly I am just looking out and watching people and cars pass by and note how the lighting is playing across the pines and bony catalpas.  I love January's atmospheric lighting. 

I am applying to grad school - something that sometimes you don't publish on the internet because what if it doesn't happen?  Then I have to tell you all it didn't happen.  But this is my life and I am applying to grad school and hope to start this fall.  Keep fingers crossed because I am supposed to have the GRE taken by the first of February and I don't even know where I need to go to take the GRE.  And I need to prepare.  So I am hoping I can get that requirement delayed - you know...sssppecial permisssion.  This whole idea was kind of a sudden occurrence, hence an approaching deadline with oh so many things still to get done.  Like writing a Statement of Intent.  I don't know - I intend to go to grad school?  Is that specific enough?  Oh, darn.

I haven't wanted to write in general.  Not having my muse to write to makes it a chore rather than an outlet of expression or thought.  I think of lots of stories to write, some which would make you all laugh for sure, like when I went country dancing and got so motion sick by being thrown every direction including overhead - that I had to sit out - even slow dancing was too much at that point.  But then the desire to sit down and tap, tap, tap it out is sucked out of me and I have nothing to say.  Just an empty me while my life experiences float on by, but none are ever captured.  It's going to take awhile, and I wonder if it will ever be the same. 

And a little squirrel runs by across the power line.