“On Sunday we had a little get together at The Garden of Eden.” A couple of us got to share a few words about mom. It’s probably a bit mean if I pick anything out from what got said and bitch about it. Let’s just say I was intrigued to hear G@ talk about her wanting […]Read More Tough Titty.
Mom’s been dead over two weeks now. On Sunday we had a little get together at the Garden of Eden. The idea was to plant a tree for her, and to scatter her ashes there, with the tree. What was meant to be scatter her ashes turned into wanting to keep her ashes in a […]Read More Friend or Foe.
There are so many different pieces to this. G@ took what I said and said it back to me so I could hear what it sounded like. What it sounded like I said was if he wants to keep the house instead of sell it, that if he wanted more rent from us to accommodate […]Read More In Spades.
“Now that we are back things feel a little strained.” That was sort of a bit of an understatement. Things actually got very dramatic between B and I. Once again I’m guilty of being an asshole to my wife. The last week has been a blur, most of it spent either arguing with her or […]Read More Thinly Stretched.
“Mostly I don’t feel anything”. Well. That’s not entirely accurate. Sometimes I don’t feel anything. Sometimes I feel relief that she’s not around anymore; going through what she was going through. It couldn’t have been nice for her to be going through that. It wasn’t nice going through not knowing how to help her get […]Read More Overactive Imagination.
It’s a fantastic Sunday morning when PiE spends a bit of time in the garden. It feels like an amazing time to be alive, an awesome time of the year to be experiencing. It’s September and you can feel the death grip that winter had on the earth start to loosen. It’s rained a couple […]Read More Scuppered.
Give it some room. Let It Breathe. Tried to come back to it with fresh eyes. That’s one way to see it. Another way to see it involves the machinery. The machinery of this whole thing slowing down, grinding to a halt. Nothing to say about something that stopped. Sort of like what seems to […]Read More Flickering Precariously.
On stuff that gets stirred up after brief encounters with this or that person. It hasn’t taken very long of having G@ around for things to get complicated. I’m not sure I’ve touched on how things get sometimes involving B and her feelings because of G@ being a little insensitive. Insensitive or whatever you would […]Read More Hurt People Hurt.
About how stuff works that doesn’t involve the physical. And the more entheogenic ideas. And about not being able to claim any victories. The part I left out involves how stupid I feel about that. About how having said anything at all about that I feel like a complete idiot. And maybe if anyone is […]Read More Brief Encounters.
Pen has almost run out of ink. Faithful Pen. Trusted Friend. Can I claim a victory? Yes? No? Maybe? Almost? For the longest while I was leaning towards no. Still am. Well. It’s 03h20 and this is the thing about dreams. Part of what makes it tricky to do that work, the part that involves […]Read More Evil Even.