Better Together

better together

"Better Together" by Jack Johnson

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?
And how come we're so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together

[Chorus:]
MMM its always better when we're together
Look at the stars when we're together
Its always better when we're together
Yeah, its always better when we're together

And all of these moments
Just might find there way into my dreams tonight
But I know that theyll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
But tomorrow night you see
That theyll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find there way
Into my day to day scene
Ill be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll Sit beneath the mango tree

Its always better when we're together
Somewhere in between together
Its always better when we're together
Yeah, its always better when we're together

MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together.

sweater weather underneath the mango tree

fire up, buttercup

another gray, cold, damp day weighs heavy on this soul trying to float to the top. I am trying to see the good off on the horizon. i squint, hoping and praying the goal hasn't totally faded to black. how does one cope when feeling like going with the flow is all wrong? i'm recognizing a deep-seated love for all things texas and a wall of resistance built up against the harshness of beantown. compromise. how much is too much? how much is long enough? how does one take responsibility for the spurring us into the next chapter in which we don't know the ending or even the in between? baby steps to glory. baby steps to letting go. baby steps to being okay and feeling worthy to be the reason behind the decision.

i wouldn't change my experience here for the world, i don't have any regrets, i just need more outta life. more than stressful day to day, dirty grime, people throwing up on public transport. i fear my friends don't understand that i don't mean any of this against them. it's important to be next to the one you love, but i get a lump of sadness in my throat when i truly think of having to stay here. i just don't think i can. i want it to end soon. it seems like the perfect break. and i feel spoiled, but honestly, wasn't it part of the deal? part of the negotiations? a good job and we stay ... i don't know how i thought the job would end, i don't think i ever thought about it. i thought at some point we'd just have to get a trade in, but it seems the chips have been dealt and we have 6500 feelers out there... looking mainly in boston and i just want to mourn the loss of my dream and hope it isn't really dead.

hello, money tree?

hello, money tree

today I spent all day looking for that misplaced money tree. i thought it might be under the bed, so i took out everything just to make sure. it wasn't there. if you see it, know that it is MINE and i want it back. please return asap.

also, I am looking for that promised sun-lamp. Spring is being rather soggy around here and I'm ready for those full-fledged 70 degree days. don't make me wait until July.

depressed at the thought of being in boston forever. it's hard to breathe with an outlook such as that.

under pressure

I'm feeling lots of pressure, per usual, come week 6 at NESOP. It's time to get serious about final projects and just what will be my subjects. I feel like it's just gotta be great. Something to believe in and something that will last through the ages. Something to remember. Something that represents this is where I am, right now. I'm not sure any kid should have that kind of pressure, much less a 31 year old. ;-) I jest, but in all seriousness what am I going to do? I've taken lots of pictures at the fair that was visiting Medford -- prior to the gang shooting/chase last week. My teacher was so enthusiastic about them, it left me feeling kind of high. I was pretty pleased with them myself and easily became intoxicated by his hyperboles. So high I don't know where to go from here. Am I finished five weeks before the assignment is due?? That seemed too easy. Somehow I feel shortchanged... shouldn't I feel pushed to go further...but what exactly is next?

Meanwhile, my girls, Z and KDogg, were super good sports and went with me to the beach yesterday so I could photograph them for color class. The idea was orangey, sun-drenched warm feeling pictures. What developed are comical and cartoony because the color is so saturated and as Pam, the teacher said, seem to state "death by flowers." WHAT?! It's a challenge.

Back on the ranch, last week, Don was informed that he was no longer needed at his job for which he has bled true blue and lime green for the last six years. We got a sneak preview of this dark day back in December, but nobody thought it would really come. So alas, the day arrives Friday, the 29th. What exactly is next?

Today in color class we picked shapes that we like and didn't like and together they made a number. That associated number read like a horoscope. I faked my way through it. Later when I was honest, it read that I was living in a fantasy and preferred to keep it that way as opposed to facing the facts of the day. Scary, Larry.

KDogg and Z on Cape Ann.