Dreading tomorrow--the intense heat. Still nice today, thankfully, and the blistering hot spell will only last several days to a week.
I've come to the difficult conclusion that I will have to sell something--maybe a couple of somethings--or more.
I'm not a hugely material person--my last new pair of shoes--black trainers--cost all of 7 dollars. Outside of the computer, I don't own any gadgets, don't even have cable television or a mobile.
But, what I do own--it means something to me. Partly, some of it reflects my individuality and my interests/hobbies, and also, partly, some of it was either given as a gift from my mum or friends, or, it belonged to my mum or dad--or was mine as a child, tho' truly there's only one item left now, from my actual childhood--my most treasured possession. An eccentric aunt gave me a painting--what today would be known as "outsider art" for my 7th birthday. It was a cowboy painting done by a friend of hers, a self-taught African-American artist from Massachusetts named, George Hoose. It's not very good, and it's kind of falling apart at the edges--but I grew up loving that painting, staring at it on my bedroom wall---it's a cowboy in the Colorado Rockies chasing a herd of steers down a mountainside---I used to imagine myself in the painting--I guess that sounds rather dull, or odd, but I did. It's not worth anything, but I'd never part with it, no matter what.
So I'm sitting here wondering what the hell to sell--I just can't find a part-time job to supplement my income...tho' I'm still trying, certainly. I've a few things that might be called "antiques" but nothing of any real value, that I know of. I just don't know--I've little enough furniture, as it is--in fact, I' give anything for a comfy chair and/or sofa, but don't even have those. Between the three rooms, I have just about a dozen pieces of furniture, large and small, that's it--none of partiuclarly posh or even new, except for two items. I really don't know what to do...
I don't do e-bay at all, and can't get to an auction..so it'd have to be a yard sale or something, and I'm NOT looking forward to carting everything downstairs and sitting all day while people paw through my life, and then try to get something for nothing from me.
Well, we'll see. I have to do something--get a second job, sell something, jump off the coopers Cave bridge... 
I can't stand living with this continual uncertainty much longer--it's effecting my mental state, my health, everything. I'm not superwoman and life is really wearing me down.
davidjohn
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Why dont you write poems for greetings cards ? You are so bright and you write so well a solution must lie close at hand. davidjohn