100508 (Obama-264; McCain-163; Tossup-111)

Praise be all the angels forever. I CHOOSE TO FORGIVE ALL WHO HAVE HURT ME IN THE PAST. FORGIVING OTHERS EMPOWERS ME. You change your life by changing your heart. At times, being blunt can be charming! People can appreciate a person who cuts to the chase and doesn't waste their time with empty compliments or wishy-washy sentiments. So dust off your direct manner of speaking and don't be afraid to tell it like it is! You'll know just how to use the right amount of diplomacy without diluting your message. You can make people understand that they are in the wrong without making them feel like you are accusing them of anything. Today may be a good one to take time off from your hectic social schedule. You might want to consider creative activities, whether it's your own artwork or attending an artistic event. This will offer you an opportunity to invest time into your own well being and rejuvenate some hidden creative talents.

 It was not a busy day again. It took me a long time to get a shower. I did some washing and cleaned a little. I check out motels in Eugene and finally got a room at Motel Six for seventy bucks. I expect that the pool will be closed. I tried eating at La Palma but they had no room and I left and ate at El Cazador instead. The food was mediocre and that was okay. I shopped at WalMart and got some clothes for Mikey and some groceries. We were out of pop at the scale house so I laid in a supply. I tried a nap but a fly bothered me so I went to BiMart and got some fly ribbon and a different sweeper. Hopefully I can pick up junk on the floor oftener. I ate some soup and pie and watched 60 Minutes. The VCR was not programmed to pick up Sunday Morning. I called and talked to Mikey briefly. He did not have a lot to say. He said he was going to charge his phone. I am not sure whether he was in bed or not – or even where he was. He does not tell me much. I finished the book Not Dogs Nor Wolves. It was a narration about a writer working with some Indians. It was pithy and possibly more truth than I am ready to admit. I had a strange dream last night about three teenagers getting in my trailer – two boys and a girl. It was dark and I grabbed one by the finger and bent it back as far as I could but he didn’t seem to be in pain. The lights came on and they left. They had sort of been harassing me by driving by the trailer making a lot of noise. Maybe I should lock my doors. Some olded kids came and reassured me that they would take care of them and that they would keep an eye on my trailer to make sure I was not bothered in the future.