Saturdays and bankruptcy

It is a Saturday and what is going on.   bankruptcy.  Lovely thought, lovely time.   Which chapter shall I read, which chapter shall I file? Saturdays should be reserved for love and sunshine, running in the grass; kicking back and loving life.  Not listing debts and assets.  How do you value a book.  How do you value a life?   What value is on a dead fox that your grandmother wore on her first date?   A picture of your mother at 18.  Tears and sunshine.   Life chews you up and spits out your core- do you come out as a watermelon seed or a peach pit.  Depends on the toughness of your soul.  Do you value your dogs, your horses, the one that is the baby of your best mare who finally left this world on a sunny day in July 2009.   What about the graveyard of horses you leave in the land of your home you have to leave.   Who will bless them now.   God damn creditor calling on the phone, reject the call, reject most calls now.  Cannot answer the phone or you get the fucking Indian or recorded voice, Is this __, if this is not ______do not listen to the message.  Blah fucking blah.  Never thought I would be in this position. Oh well going through the fire and coming out clean or some such shit.  I think I will go outside and lay in the sun and play with my goat Rosie.