...but who cares?

I am not happy. I used to keep searching for it but no longer. I've grown accustomed to it now. Love and/or relationships are not the answer. Too many distraction, disagreements and bills for bling. Cash would help, but that's gone. Too late, too old. Maybe I will change my identity and just escape. How can I pack five cats in one bag?

I don't really hate anyone, but that is changing. I no longer watch TV in order to avoid the political commercials. I DO watch baseball, some select football and soccer. I watched MAD MEN and RUBICON on Sunday nights, but they did their season finales last Sunday. I am so glad that I am a nihilist. Think of all the cool good those billions in political commercials would buy. Sad.

I don't have enough time. Painting takes time. People scream for my attention and my time. I want to tell them, "Sorry, but I don't have the time," but I never do that. I just want an extra 6 or 7 hours a day so I can paint.

My mother was moved temporarily to the Alzheimer's unit for her own security. She keeps trying to run away. She says she wants to "Go home." She asks how are her Mom and Dad doing and that they never come to see her any more. She is back in her regular care center room and under heavy sedation. They keep tweaking her meds. I see her every day, sometimes twice.

The cats are fine. Rinpoche is a homeboy now. I haven't allowed him to go out for a week. He wants to. I refuse and give him a treat or some milk and he forgets about the door.

Later. BTW: Welcome Kate, one of our old Blogster friends who resides in Cornwall, UK. "Cornishlass" is also on Facebook. Kate is a good soul.

Glad to see Annie from Oregon post something.

Be good.

(Signed) "Unhappy in River City"