wistful thoughts

my grandma's house continually is like 90 degrees at all times. She can't be blamed for it because its only like that from the flow of people constantly blowing through it. theres this old seventies song that my dad loves to play called "Float on" i don't know if anyone has ever heard it but most of the time it is just going "float.... float on....." its all slow and mystical. the thing about mystical things is that you never know if you should cry as in misty eyes or if you should sit in amazement like its magic or something. magical things are fun because in movies they make you feel lifted up with hope. then you correct yourself into saying how you don't need hope like the rest of the world. in fact we were out in service today bringing people hope and we got stopped by the cops for preaching. they got a call about a suspicous (i think that's how its spelled) looking car. I mean we were really strange going around offering people magazines. seems stupid to me. people in dresses with smiles on their faces are just those people who need to be watched. you see where i'm going? i sure hope somebody does because i sure don't. i really just felt like writing something. things today just struck me as odd. but i read this quote once in a book. it says "either nothings strange or everything is. you can't make it be anything but all you can do is just "float..... float on"