Letting the little brain have a voice

I interviewed a potential roommate on Friday.   She came vouch-safed by my friend Brandy, who asked me to consider her as a favour to her.  She stayed two days,  and charmed all (peter and myself).
The backround check (first pass) came back with some issues, but nothing that she hadn't already told me.  And... the lizard brain is going "she could be a GF!!!!"...  which isn't helping

I'm 60 and she's 37.  What am I thinking?  Being attracted to someone half my age (nearly) is a pretty standard meme.  It's just not a reality. (Doesn't help) What I want... isn't necessarily what exists in the universe.

She'd make a great roommate.  Somebody give me some Saltpeter for the lizard brain...

There are obvious issues, belief systems and critital thinking notwithstanding; but....
there's a LOT to like.

I don't know.

dammit. It used to be easier.

back to the Bee-Gees.

memories == tears

Sitting here listening to the tribute to the Bee-Gees, and I'm tearing up.
Memories surface, and melodies touch the depths of my mind.  I don't know the reason, or why

My eyes fill with tears of remembered fears and emotions lost; and long gone by.

Love is ephemeral and music is eternal or ... is it the other way around?

my heart is filled.


I sent a text with a photo to a friend; one of the folk (Mike's sister) goes to a place called the Cowboy Palace.... and Jeanne hasn't shown (according to Pam) in a year.  Jeanne has breast cancer.

Sadness...