Joe and Sylvie are coming by today to pick mushrooms and then take us into town to stay with Karin for the night. I’m hoping to get a few hours of Internet research in as well…looking for grants…looking for money. I’m tired of looking for money. Why can’t a butt load just drop into my lap so that I can get this thing finished.
Went through a butt load of footage. My head is a little frazzled from it all.
Patrick is looking forward to getting back to London. He’s tired of the vagabond lifestyle. He wants to settle. I guess I do too. But, how? Our patron has promised to send money at the end of the month. That would sort out our return home. Sitting on pins and needles. Don’t want to beg, don’t want to mention it. Hoping that the patron will just do it. Just remember us.
My sleep was erratic last night. Even prayer would not help. It usually does as the source of my insomnia is generally worry. I was thinking about Tokyo and with what ease one can make money there. There is always a way to make money…at the very least, one can teach English for £50 and hour. I could make good money there doing little part time jobs…then save the bulk of my time for the non paid things that I love. Not so in London. In London, I struggle…we struggle. I must find a new word for “struggle.” I’m trying to change all of this negative language to positive. Consider the Lilies of the filed…they shall not toil. We don’t struggle, we persevere…we gambaru.
