down vest

I picked up the paperwork for my new house. I walk into this amazing old building on Warren Street (that is the "Main" street in this one pony town). The building was probably built in 1840 or somesuch weird old ass year. The door knob barely works "turn to the right and push hard" are the instructions, you know the old double doors with glass windows.

As I walk in, I look around and uprealizing the hallway is covered in this crazy wall paper, but like all the way up the walls, the ceilings to the second floor. i mean wall paper heaven. As I take a closer look i see that this place is fortress...too many colors too much stuff just too darn much. I am probably the only person in tight sass and bide jeans ever to step foot into this ancient time capsle of a law office (are they really lawyers or cut outs from a Norman Rockwell painting?)

I meet with my lawyer, who I yelled at a month ago cause I think he was in cahoots with the people I was buying my house from. I mean the deal he gave me from them was ludicrous. Like I was supposed to give them my first born child, my left toe and wipe their ass. A little yelling goes a long way. Needless to say after the "yelling" i got a reasonable deal on the house.

I am way off course here. So after my visit to my lawyers office, I think to myself "i need to make copies of keys to my house" so I stroll the two blocks to the oldest hardware store on the block...I guess it's been around since say 1834 or something. One other tid bit of information that might interest you, it did me, Hudson is known for what you may ask? Like what is it famous for? George Washington? Tug Boats down the River? That famous American painter who built a fortress on the hill? Nope Hudson is famous for Whore Houses and breaking Prohibition. And that is why I moved here?

I walk into this old hardware store and i rub my eyes a couple of times as I gaze past the rows of nails, paint, keys and just a bunch of junk really to see in the very back a man on the phone sitting at his desk. yes, he must be the hardware store owner, and by god he is....he is wearing a blue down sleeveless vest over his ironed button down shirt. I take a closer looks and low and behold "it's my lawyer". He is my lawyer and the hardware store owner and he makes keys!!! Keys that don't work but none the less he makes keys.

Needless to say, today was strange. i feel like a figment of somebodies imagination. I mean I belong here and I don't all at the same time. I wonder "am I going to lose my mind here" I suppose what better place to do it. Soon enough I will be your waitress and your hairdresser and I might even be the bank teller all in one day.

Yup It's true

So here I am stuck in this little baby town called Hudson and that affords me time to write about myself. How convienent.

I am finding this a bit strange. It's a lot like dating on line. You set up your account and then when it comes down to making the deal and going on a date, I am out. I never follow thru. So let's see if I have the nerve to actually continue with this blog thing.

Hudson-my new home. Suffice to say i didn't get here and think "what the fuck have I done" I am actually extactic (that word fits my emotion at the moment). I mean it's like having a clean slate and a new u (me). I can't really explain it but I will try.

I feel that I am born again in a sense. That I can see my truth and my dreams. I feel that god is closer here there aren't so many distractions. Maybe god is the wrong word but angels definately live here. I see their faces everywhere I go. I feel them. People here just seem more gentle or perhaps my perception is softer because I don't feel bound and tied.

Maybe I will just finish writing my book this way. i will "blog a book".

One thing I need to say is how much I love my friends and family. Sounds silly, trite and stupid but it's true. I only have courage through those who believe in me.

Anyways, hopefully weird crazy fun things will happen so i can tell you about them. Otherwise you will just be reading about me, me and me. Oh fun fun.