I’m taking some time off from the internet. I’m really obsessed with not liking this guy and can’t help reading really stupid articles. It’s bothersome to my mind. It’s taking a toll on my creativity.
I’ve been at a loss for words the past two years. Besides my anger over still recovering from breaking my body tripping over a Lego, I’m angry and fearful over my government. The government that holds my country together. That complicated and beautiful woven tapestry of words and beliefs and hopes called our Constitution.
Sometimes you try cheering me up. But nothing cheers me up. I feel really devastated . I’m not a party person. I’m the best person for the job sort of person.
I’m just so pissed off. So pissed off. Do men cry when they are pissed off? Women do. I’m just so pissed off and scared. I really don’t handle not knowing very well.
So, I’m hoping that this will all be over by Monday and that impeachment hearings will begin and life can continue as it was two years ago. Sometimes magical thinking s a good thing. Was life really better two years ago? Really, I don’t remember. It felt better.
We are making some sort of frozen lemonade cool whip cream cheese sweet condensed milk fresh strawberry something pie to freeze for tomorrow.
I babysit the grand baby.
You make a grocery run f or the creamed cheese.
Just now I open the fridge and four packs of cream cheese almost fall out.
Me: Whoa! What’s this? Four packs of cream cheese?
You: Two for the price of one.
Me: (after observing the packs and noticing you’d bought different types of cream cheese) Perfect.
You: How many did you say you needed for the pies?
Me: (I needed one) Oh this will do for sure.
You: (smile and settle into your easy chair)
What’s not to love about you?
We were cleaning after supper tonight and singing:
I spend a great deal of my time rooted in imaginings of past present moments. When I decide to put my work up on WordPress, I search the web for images that say something – I think anyway 😛 – about the poem/sometimes story.
Sometimes, I do flash fiction here on WordPress. Look at a photograph and write something about it in 100 words or less. I don’t do very well with those. I actually have a love/hate relationship with those. Like doing a book report.
Then sometimes, like today, I walk by our kitchen table and see these tulips y,ou gave me yesterday, so beautifully wilted. The present moment. I take this picture thinking I could and will write a million words about these tulips one day. But they won’t be about tulips.
I’m making a healthy version of smothered round steak with onions and some kind of fancy frozen West Coast mushrooms that are way cheap frozen, and all the lettuce we didn’t use last week – yum. What can I say? I’m a transplanted Southerner living in Silicon Valley. It’s Easter Sunday. Lent is OVER. Pig out marginally.
I should have been a country song writer. Those are really wonderful stories.