Chances are

Thread: Chances are

Today, I got up a bit earlier than I had wanted to, but I feel very awake, which is surprising. I am having the coffee as usual, and I'm using the blend that came as a sample from a restaurant. It is from out of state. It tastes fine, but I wonder if I followed the brewing instructions as recommended.

The sprightly cats were with me for a bit, and then they sauntered off again. They enjoy playing and cavorting with me and one another. I had missed playing with them.
I also missed blogging here. :)

The time I was away taught me something. Nothing has changed at the home front. There are new neighbors, but the behaviors are all the same and at times, worse than before.

The only thing I like is that I can actively complain about the items missing and the objects broken. I hate it that I am charged for everything that I haven't taken or broken. That part is still very, very gross.

The whole world is some sort of open turf or co - op where people can traipse in whenever they want to and then walk out as if they had never been there. It is repulsive, but no one seems to be the wiser.

I want to find necessary papers and organize things, but whenever I am at my place, some other sort of duty calls.

I was somewhat of a real estate agent recently, and it was interesting meeting various people and talking to them. The only thing is that I wondered if they were only coming for another reason entirely than what I gathered initially. It was a strange feeling, and I wanted to pinpoint it, but I think it was just a passing notion.

I need to rewarm the coffee now, finish breakfast, examine the lay of the land, find out what trouble the little rascals are getting into, and that sort of thing this morning. I also want to remember where paper work is, as when I am not where I need to be again,and all recall is lost. The tediousness of searching is a chore right now, but it must be done.

I may not get to the pertinent parts of the work that needs to be done. There is just that presence of mind that says it is sufficient getting some things done, if not all. The nagging projects can be post - poned until someone is bound to remind you. The part that astounds me is that people take it upon themselves to command orders and then are negligent in ways that only you can know but not prove. If you are working in your own home secretly and privately, the whole world wants to know about this, and then the retarding factors set in.

Then they don't want you to get anything done, after they have been on your back about doing the very same things. This must be the plight Prometheus and Sisyphus faced in the stories of old.

Why are these people in the states so schizoid in this manner? They have no concept of follow - through or consistency or stability. I can see why their economies are so retarded here. If there is no initiative or even drive or even a mission or goal, nothing gets done. The lack of morale here, too, is unbelievable.

I find the lack of motivation disheartening, and I want to move away from this. I would like to visit a place where there is more of a balance of various types of people. The ones here all exhibit the same behaviors and this sheer lack of caring. The apathy is an appalling crime at best.

I hope we can all defeat this somehow.

What are the chances of doing just this?