When I want to talk but I don’t want to talk to my husband, because he’s too close, and I don’t want to post it out of Facebook, because that’s too distant, I come here. Mostly here it’s talking out-loud to myself but I also think that it ends up being a bar-side wine-chat with just the right friend, that at any given time the words are there for the sweet heart who needs them. It has happened to me so very often that I feel able to hold out this hope. Continue reading “My Fire”
Hi Ho Hi Ho, it’s no damn where I go.
Sitting in my chair, listlessly scrolling through Facebook or emails, occasionally stopping to stare out the window. My purse is here beside me, shopping list is inside, grocery bags are by the front door but I can’t get going. I can’t make myself go out that door. Continue reading “Hi Ho Hi Ho”
Pity party of one.
My situation is that I have either dermatomyositis, mixed connective tissue disease, or cutaneous lupus. In any of those cases, what I have is a sun and heat and humidity sensitive disease. Continue reading “Saturday, in the dark …”
A zestful life. Doesn’t that sound amazing? I think it evokes a life of laughter and travel, a life full of playfulness, music, art and animals. Probably there is a Silver Stream trailer involved. Continue reading “Zestful Life”
5 beers into a bad day tomorrow and binge listening to Pope by Prince. “Seek and destroy, fuck you up.” It’s hard to want to ever be out of this space where I feel so much energy and I hate most of you for thinking I need to get out of it just because it is alcohol fueled delusion. That last part will pass tomorrow. Continue reading “Psuedo-famous Smile”
I’m back and I’m ready! I am ready to start this new year with fantastic health improvements, athletic endeavors such as I used to do, creativity, and … I am sitting on the couch in my pajamas at 10 am scratching my ear and finishing my coffee. Hmmmm. Continue reading “Baby, I’m Back”
Yesterday I made a spur of the moment decision to have lunch at The Bald Strawberry (in Melbourne FL), grab myself some vegan, gluten-free yumminess, not quite ready to re-hermit up at the house and hoping for a creativity charge there because I like the space. I park and amble down the sidewalk, talking to myself, and as I enter the restaurant a very animated woman meets me at the door. Continue reading “Lunch Break”