That idea didn’t seem like something that held very much water. At first. Some fancy idea about how some dude thought that this was his life, how everything felt so solid and so real. How according to him that this was going on, that that was going on. When in the meantime all that was […]Read More Time and Space.
On that day, at that moment, for some reason. I think hearing T@ complain about T! and company got my guard down a little so I let her in on the fact that I wasn’t their no. 1 fan. I took it a step further though and launched into an assault on T!’s kids involving […]Read More Paying Respect.
It’s still a few days to go before mom goes to see a specialist. In the meantime she’s been to her normal doctor and he’s given her a script for (more) pain killers. The meds must be pretty strong considering how she’s looking; very frail. She has a ring-neck parrot, inherited from T!, one of […]Read More The Road.
And then there was the dream. In it an ambulance was parked on the front lawn. It was dark, late at night and I wasn’t sure what was going on. I was desperate to find out and try to get from where I lay in a deep sleep to outside, go figure out what was […]Read More Last Exit.
Got the phone. Does seem to make things easier. So now I have less of an excuse to delay getting words from here to there. From stuff on a page to stuff on a screen. There were things that carried on evolving, thoughts continued to think their way through. Stuff about stuff. It’s all sorts […]Read More Outside In.
The next words explain that idea a little bit. And it’s 2 days later already. My grip on the thread seems tenuous. It falters, waivers, hovers somewhere close to the brink, the flame of a lit candle about to get extinguished by a sudden gust of wind. As before I’m not sure of how much […]Read More Icky. So Icky.
There was so much ground to cover. And I didn’t cover it. So it’s all sort of lost now. Lost in the void of the last 6 months. Why? Is there a reason? It sort of got busy, at work. This and that. I’m not sure I have much juice anymore, no juice for writing. […]Read More Literally Constipated.