Me and Rocinante

I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Every day is the same. I think of those people that made it. Their lives seem so secure. I don’t know what I want to do. Every day is the same with a mild routine. I have my dog. I am responsible for her. Without her I wonder how secure my life would be.

Last night I had a dream about calling someone on a date. I didn’t have her number. I only had her email. I woke up having  started to write her a note. I wished I had her number. Then I returned. My life started over again, same curiosity, similar routine. I don’t stray far from questioning my mental acuity.

I’m thinking I could travel the country. Me and my dog, like Rocinante and Steinbeck’s, ‘Travels With Charley.’

I wonder if I will ever respect what is important to me. I have a camper now. I look forward to the first time I use it. That day is coming soon. Me and my dog and country roads.