it's saturday

and all the boring, mundane things nobody cares that i did are going right into this journal.  thank god nobody reads it.  it's worse than vanilla...

i miss hoke.  i miss the people there.  every now and then when i'm sitting at the picnic table outside of first aid, some of the officers will come, and if i'm at the gate around 4:30, one of the officers from hoke comes up, on his way to pharmacy to make the daily drug run, and it's so good to see them.  they say mccain is different, and they're right...but hoke is different in a better way.  i guess that's because i fit in with them so well, like there was a slot open and i filled it perfectly.  i like to think i left things between the departments better than i found them...but i don't know about that.  it was never about me, it was THEM.  good people.  a little bit crazy.  a whole lot warped.  there wasn't a person there who thought he or she was better than anyone else.  wait, that's not true.  there was the upper echelon whose egos preceded them down the hallway by 3 feet, but nobody was in contact with them much, anyway.  at any rate, i miss them.

it's saturday, and i'm home alone, rambling away at the keyboard and going over my purchases from last night and making plans for the coming week.  we have...salmon.  ground turkey.  sausage.  shampoo.  lavender ivory soap for my bath.  16 bars of that.  it was on sale for 3.50.  heheheh.  ;-)  black beans. brown rice.  a whole lot of yogurt.  strawberries.  bread.  missing from the cupboard:  pancake mix.  tomato paste. kidney beans.  garlic.

it's an odd thing how, when all is quiet, the mind is everywhere.  i've gone from prison to the grocery store to my kitchen cupboard, and now i'm veering in another direction. housework.  getting spike off that damned chain.  setting You free.  picking sprigs of mint for my empty vases.  taking a bath with my lavender ivory soap.

this is so pointless.