Care to elaborate? Do you mean as a job, or to be hippy, or what? I write, read, learn, have friends, care for my animals, tolerate my family, eek out a living from my student loan, sing, dance, laugh, cry, plan for the future, remember the past. In a word; live I get the distinct impression that hippies are just people, with lives and jobs who get up to all the sorts of regular crap everyone else does. It's all some insane woodstockesq utopia.
I ask myself, what would jesus do? So I go into jewish temples, start fucking up the place, and marry a whore.
Anything I want to,... Thats the freedom of this culture. My job is to make people think. round off the square edges a little. Fly a kite on fire Quote madmen on a high wire smoke a joint while planting a seed focus on the have, not on the need. Build a geodesic dome, Pay no tax and call it home. Try to duck the fickle finger pointed at me. what does it mean to YOU,... to be free? Be humble and teach peace nuclear war is a bummer way to get greased!
And goddamnit, you better respect thoes fucking trees! I'm serious! He used green text...if that doesn't mean buisness I don't know what does!
I take pictures, listen to music, practice kindness, read books, watch meaningful movies, cook good food, surf the Net...mostly normal things I guess
What I did today would probably dissapoint you, Wake up, Take meds. Gie dh blow job. Brush teeth. Pee. Fall back to sleep. Wake up and read some Ray Bradbury and some Alicia Bay Laurel Smallest child came in. Mak e room for her in the bed (dh had left for work.) Cuddle her and she recites me her dreams. Got kid some soy milk. Get up, eat some toast, gonline and look at the complaints and kudos and "Fuck you, Bitch" PMs which pile up in my PM box overnight. Deal with shit online. Make little one some organic oatmeal, said "No" to her wanting to put honey in her juice (it's JUICE, for Pete's sake, it's sweet enough.) Got a call from a client. Rented her a breastpump. Get little one some juice. Clean up spilled juice. Give little one a bath. Assured 17 year old her job interview would be OK. Tell 14 son to STOP at 8 waffles. Laundry. Call dh. Let dog out. Kiss 17 yr old on the way to interview. She gets job at Vet's office. Get mail. YAY, what I was waiting for is here. Look at catalogues with Sage, she reads to me, and wants to pick out "presents" in a party catalogue for her sister Moon. Hear "MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!" again. Some squabble about computer. Give little one lunch. Warmed up pasta. MMMMMMMM. Boy goes out to play. *WHEW* Notice there are NO waffles left. Lie down with little one, buzzer on dryer goes, just as I am dozing. (Up until after 1 last nite, tired.) Boy comes back. Reminded kids to take care of hamster,fish, bunny, frog, dog, lizards. Listen to complaints from everyone but the baby. Watch CNN, get depressed. Watch part of a movie on IFC, have to end due to MOOOOOOOM!!!! being screamed from the living room. Let dog back in. (It's hot.) Take meds again. *sigh* Chronic pain sucks. Check website again. Check garden. The drought is bad, despite rain last night. Start sprikler near tomatoes and potatoes and zuccni and Pumpkins and peppers. More shit happens. Talk to sister. Make out checks, clean sink in kid's bathroom (OMG!) Fill hamster's water bottle and add water to fish tank. Brush dust off of some furniture. Client calls in panic about a drug she had to take. It is fine. She isn't so sure. Someone calls to see if I will speak at a conference in the fall. Say OK, really am not sure. Bear staying late at work. Order Thai food. Eat. More med time. Tell little one that butter is not a finger food, either is rice. She ignores me and gets butter in clean hair. Says, "MOM, I'm a little kid. A little kid does things like get butter in her hair." Like I am an idiot. Take 3 younest to (gasp*choke*) WalMart (which I HATE) because Moon needs medical scrubs for her new job and I don't know where else to get them. Manage to spend $100.00 despite my better intentions. 19 yr old calls on cell, camping with her bf and his mama and daddy (I KNOW they are with the mama and daddy, we had TWO family conferences. I still don't like the idea.) She is fine. Dh calls to see where I am (obviously can't read note on door.) Get home, lug 16,000 lb bag of dog food into the house (where are those kids who were begging me to buy all kinds of shit at Wal Mart now?) DH stares as I bring gimoungous bag of dog food into house. Can I get a little HELP please? Try to pay attention as dh tells me about work (zzzzzzzz) "Yes, dear, that must have been frustrating......" Lay out PJs for little one. Give her choice between reading Poky Little Puppy or doing a few workbook pages. Read PLP. Fall asleep in kid's bed. Say goodnight to dh. Sit down to read more Bradbury, he wants the light off. Come down and go on computer, "Just for a few minutes to see what time the Museum opens tomorrow." Bed time meds again. Count good stuff to make sure I'll have enough until refill. I will. Still here. OMG, I gotta turn off the hose in the garden.........!!!! Pretty boring, huh?
