Last One Out

MLK day, Monday, January20. Ten days from 59. Day after REL birthday. Day before Stonewall. Melanie sleeps. No work today. I went to sisters to take mother, for her doctor appointment in afternoon, now past. 4:30 as I write. Read good article on MLK and how MLK accomplished ending the reign of black terror, the terror blacks had of living among white men who could at a moments notice, go bezerk upon them. That if they stood up collectively to their greatest fear and met it, that once the whooping was over, then things were better. And they were. Almost now to the point of reverse terror now.
Wrote a take off poem from the Association song, Never my love, calling it Navarre my love. Russell announced officially Sunday that he was moving to Navarre on the panhandle to start a church plant church. It will be sometime soon, when the house sells. He said our church, Christ Fellowship will be discussing future plans. I know our future plans will probably involve getting as far from the Baptist system as possible, having been burned once too many times like this.
Melanie said she probably would be done with organized church. Me too perhaps.
The malaise over the job prospects continues. I was going to fill out applications today but the laze of the day got to me.
Tomorrow I volunteer at the gallery, then the monthly meeting. New officers. New location. Got to come up with photographs that will sell. Melanie wants me to invest and get a tent and do shows. So do I.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.