the acoustic atmosphere

im not sure what exactly occured today that suddenly changes all of my previous ravings about acoustic cafes... but what i know for sure, at this point, is that i will not enter into the shop on the corner of main and hwy 25 without a moment of rememberance tossed towards this day. it really isn't a big deal. i should just drop it already. i will. i guess i will.__ a man was painting at the next table over. with oil. on little canvas slabs. he had all of these funky metal objects that he kept digging into his work with. i suppose it was to make it better. and supposed it did make it better. i am not really sure. i wrote. and looked about. and ate my tomato florintine. then left because i was disgusted. not about the soup. not about the painting. i took my lemonade and bid farewell to my new painting friend. anyways. i will probably go back. to acoustic's. just not over the lunch hour.__ i wasn't scheduled to work today. that was odd. the district manager is coming tomarrow so it was only recovery today. i am sure it was a mad house over there.__ i am going into the cities on friday to see about a job. there is this place that wants live-in caregivers. i would quit the other job, and just do the live-in thing on the weekends. it pays well. and i'd be with people. and i would have time to write. it will be hard when they die or when i have to go... but at least it wouldn't be saying goodbye to forty people, and at least you could count on five people not passing away in one week. that will be friday that i get to hear more about the entire possible situation.__ i heard about this amazing juice. it is called Xango. you can read more about it if you go to this link. www.mymangosteen.com i plan on trying it as soon as i have a chunk of money that isn't quite spoken for. i wonder if it is really as wonderful for your body as they make it sound?__ i jumped on the trampoline with my little friends today. maston. debbie. i like you. and my legs feel healthy because you kept asking me to play and i decided to go for it.__ i am reading crime and punishment. i like the form. long sentences that start you with one emotion but leave you wrestling with another. the plot- i am getting into it.__ two families asked me to house-sit for a couple weeks coming up. well, since your in town... "sure. i'll do it. it is not a problem at all. just let me know the specifics about the dog and the fish and the lawn and the plants and whatever else you have that is in need of support while you are off dancing in the south." house-sitting. thats cool right? i don't know. if i ever move out of my parent's place. (maybe i should stay. they treat me pretty decent. and i am entitled to at least one balanced meal a day.) i might just live in the car. for real. park it in well-lit areas and get the needed r.e.m., but besides that- i don't really need a place. the car has a roof. if i run out of books i could just drive to a book shop and get at it. i even have cup holders. my glass of water has a higher chance of being spilt on the kitchen table than when it sits in the holder. see, no need for a kitchen table, no need for a house. if my car is messy, my posse could always attend gatherings on the hood... enough. whatever. "yes. i will house-sit. and i will even be nice to your dog... if he's nice to me."