…the new bigwigs rolled thru today. We're now under a new regime. Same game, different rules. In corporate-speak, it's called a hostile take-over; in ghetto-speak, it called...we got GOT!!!. Other than that, life is good. I still have a job…I miss my little malcom-farrakhan-jesse-sharpton-mohammed Muslim friend. Nobody knows more about the moorish deeds of YT than him…probably on some trip somewhere to the Mecca or Lebanon... O-kaayyy…so I'm purging my phone, it's getting full. People in, people out. I'm told friends change every 7 years. Try 7 months. Those that remain have longevity…even if I don't hear from them in awhile, they're grand-fathered in. They get a pass. Am I becoming an island? Many times I actually prefer my own company. They call it quirkyalone. Whatever! I just love the solitude, sitting on my porch, sipping coffee or tea on a sunny morning…reading poetry, arrested by the beauty of everything that surrounds me. Just me and the divine, wondrous mercies of the world. I'm deleting texts too. After my box gets full, they drop off anyway. But--some texts have become my inspiration, my little pick-me-up. I know someone out in this universe at some point, thought about lil' ol me. These are ones that makes my heart a-flutter "Mom!" Simple. Just one word but speaks volumes, from my son. This bit of inspiration follows… "where words leave off, music begins." -Heirich Heine. And these are the songs: "I don't wanna cure for this"... "thx ma. I really needed that b/c I was sitting here on the train listing to my zune thinking about everything. U gave me hope."… "Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." -Langston Hughes "Good morning Lady Sings the Subsequent Blues"… "Good morning mommy! We love u!!!"…. "I hope u do know I appreciate u everyday" "…and a day"… Text some love today!