then i squeeezed out a few more cold sparks from the lazarine pentax and then saw a cop by the playlot and swung a wide arc justincase it was the evil one, and so met a guy with a good energy who has a boston terrier and sought a caretaker and i gave him my number and he asked if i had a site and i gave him my blogdress and then utter silence which may not mean he hates it but i will probably never know.

most people are indifferent and you have to stand where you are and believe because if you try to win them or please them there's no end to it and they will only feel superior and adamant and so you must love your blog or lovehate it like your diary but you must protect it and stand for yourself and of course your dog.

then a sweet girl called ana called from big box in hollywood fla called and said maybe my camera is not lost after all but is secreted in their p.o. box nearby where they only go once a month but will go and see and i was so grateful and fell in love with humanity again i'm so wishy-washy. my new camera will sure be a sign of spring, to me.