I just couldn’t stop and go too bed like a sensible person. Oh no I just had to finish that book I was reading sitting on that hard wooden kitchen chair. I paid for it. My legs hurt most of the night and the bottom of my feet ached something awful. NO! Don’t any of you say you are sorry for me. I know better.
Will it is snake Saturday, and they have a big Irish parade down in the little city south of us called North Kansas city. I would not want to be sitting on the stone cold curb watching this parade today. It is wet windy and cold.
I always am amused by people asking me where I live. I know that for new people around these parts it is confusing. Kansas City Mo was south of the Missouri river. North Kansas City a separate city is north of the Missouri river. Kansas City grew up and around many smaller cities and villages. So when you drive through our greater Metropolitan city you go through several little towns and cities that have been surrounded by greater Kansas City. Which throw all of the street numbers and names all out of kilter. Up north here just too make is even more interesting we have a lot of dead end streets, and streets that stop and start over there. Which happens when people do what they want because they have no one too tell them they can’t do that sort of thing.
I rather like us Kansas City north people. We are rather our own people being that most of us moved from the country to the big city. Yet not really wanting to live in a big city. So people just came here and built any kind of house they wanted, and where ever they wanted a home, and the hell with rhythm or reason. Along winding country roads connecting one house to the next.
Then along came developers plopping little subdivisions here and there among the space left over. Letting those who wanted some rhythm and reason too where they live, and the wild places to us heathens. I prefer the heathens myself because of the freedom to be different and too be myself. So I live in one of those places that have no rhythm or reason, but hold a goodly amount of good people.
The rule amoung us heathens is that one leaves their neighbor alone as long as they do not make too big of a mess of things. Which most of us don’t, and because of who we are we look out for those around us. I like it here in this place I call home.
Coming at you from the old folks home
Ros