walking wandering drifting the dry whispering desert windswept and desolate the song of quiet renewal unobserved bathed in defiance a nomadic life of ease no path or trail acknowledged implied in its existence the eagle crosses this way the mouse scurries home the snake smiles in heat to the river for thirst ...
My son is back, which is great. Since returning home, my parents have not contacted me. They have not asked me over for dinner, or even come up to my apartment to drop off Jordan (they walk to the foot of the steps, and watch him go in.) They show no interest in wanting to see me at all. Maybe it's the eyebrow piercing. I've been shunned for a 1/2 inch metal bar going through my skin. Jordan called them on their disinterest. He said they loved my brother more than ...
After completing the trilogy Saturday I drove down to AAA where Bob was having his first day back from the worst week of his life just long enough to convey my sympathies to the family. I felt the need to make the special trip as a sign that I really did care (though the drama queen is whining about where the gas is coming from to make it to Thursday.) On Sunday I reported at 4 pm to find Bob on board. The obituary was in the Fairborn paper and a notice was in the Dayton paper. ...
My house isn't too much fun this weekend. I've worked both days and a dull job. It pays well, but four hours of standing around doing nothing for most of the time isn't my idea of fun. My whole house is sick as well. My son came down with a cold Friday, and now the whole house has it. It isn't one of those colds that make you non functioning, but it is enough to make you grumpy. Garrick has been grumpy for a couple of days and has spen a lot of time whining. Victoria is mostly happy, but ...
After traveling for four hours by car with two eight year olds who are best friends and who hate each other and insist on sitting side by side, a two year old who like to throw whatever he got his hands on, a four year old who needed attention, and a 12 year old who wanted to be 20, we were so glad to reach our motel by late-afternoon. The heat was oppressive and we thought that we could shower and take a nap before letting anyone know we were in the area. A nice shower, a cool nap, quiet kids….heaven. ...
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