Cash Money

Cash Money, I gots it right now

Trust me, I gots it

Believe in me, though I ain’t be telling

no truth

the whole truth and nothing but

its the but that is the sticky part

The but that means the difference

between this nice n furnished place

and another month at hotel

reminding me of the mistakes

I done made

But I can’ts take the risk

that the truth would set me free

rent me this room

cause it is what sent me away

Late Homework

Revised: 4-2-13 –

A ton of ideas have been flowing through my brain, none have made it to the surface. Life recently has decided to teach me a lesson about listening to my gut. My little voice.  I have done really well over the years when I have listened to it. When I don’t.

I fall on my arse.

I fall on my arse hard.

The result of not listening this time around was getting a roommate who let strangers in the middle of the night and believe it or not pour coke into my wine and dumped it in the trash.  There is a lot more to the story, but the rest of the story isn’t necessary  since I  got to the message and am working to listening.

It isn’t easy. I thought it would be, but as my roommate was leaving I made a classic mistake that my inner voice whispered was wrong. Now my pasta pot has wax in it and getting it out is next to impossible.

Everyone’s inner voice needs to and is begging to be listened to. I know from years of guiding others in meditation that the voice will only get stronger if it is listened to. There was a time when that voice was strong enough to tell me which way to go without me second guessing it.

Back to the meditation cushion for Lu…

Ah… No!!

Recently, I made the logical decision to get a roommate.

So how to get one? The World Wide Web seemed like a logical next step since to the best of my knowledge I don’t know of anyone looking for a place in Orlando. (Thank you, Ms. D for the offer to move in with you, but the commute from Virginia to Florida would be hell on my little car.)

Three…no..four days later, I am frustrated and a little confused.  Several times over the last couple of days, I have been perplexed by folks seeking to reside with me. What follows are pieces of my internal monologue as I talk to potentials.

First, I don’t know you….

Seriously, I don’t know you.

Why would I rent you a room without seeing you and getting a deposit? Or with you giving me grief over asking for a deposit?

I really am sorry for your bad fortune, but are you high?

My last roomie left right before rent was due which messed up my carefully conceived budget.  It was for the best and there are no hard feelings, but still I would rather not go through the last minute where the bleep is rent coming from stress.

Plus, I don’t know you. Yes, I want someone to rent out the spare room, but I don’t want drama or more headaches than my life already provides naturally. (There is something that is blooming in the neighborhood at the moment that is killing my sinus and making me itch.)

My faithful attempts to win the lottery have failed and so finding a roomie would  to help cover rent and bills for the six weeks between summer school and the next school year when I enter the paycheck desert.  Plus, I can begin saving for Peru again. But, no I am not going to let you move in with me because you are a man who doesn’t know how to cook and wants a woman to do it for you.

So… no.