New Simpsons (I missed half because of Sunday Football Night in America)
The glory of KO and DP reunited on Sunday-F'N-America
Anticipation of a NEW FAMILY GUY!!!
One happy Stacey on her favorite day of the week.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
On and on
I'm feeling all out of sorts. So I need to go to bed. I'll do that soon, but I also need to write here first.
I need to fall into a pattern, rhythm, habit ... something.
That's what I'm missing. Because even though I come farther every day, with boxes put away, internet up and running (Yes!) and painting started ... I'm still not settled.
Every once in awhile I step outside of myself and wonder when I'm going to wake up. It's still not real.
And I think the main part of that is I don't have that comfort of familiarity around me. Yeah sure I come home, eat, dishes, either work on the house, work or lazy around. That's nothing like the tradition of Football Sunday or any other of the smaller traditions (habits) we tend to fall into.
I need to fall into a pattern, rhythm, habit ... something.
That's what I'm missing. Because even though I come farther every day, with boxes put away, internet up and running (Yes!) and painting started ... I'm still not settled.
Every once in awhile I step outside of myself and wonder when I'm going to wake up. It's still not real.
And I think the main part of that is I don't have that comfort of familiarity around me. Yeah sure I come home, eat, dishes, either work on the house, work or lazy around. That's nothing like the tradition of Football Sunday or any other of the smaller traditions (habits) we tend to fall into.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
1, 2 … Freddy’s coming for you
I walked forward. One hand held my coffee cup filled with steaming tea, so only one hand was extended. Reaching. Feeling.
Nothing.
Shapes begin to emerge. Outlines. This isn’t so bad. Hope surges through me. There is strength for the future if I can find my way in this darkness.
Contact.
A doorway? Is my destination just before me?
Movement.
I concentrate, trying to heighten those other senses. My arm and shoulder brush against something that brushes back.
Oh god.
My stomach turns.
Like the Cowardly Lion in Elphaba’s magic globe: I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks. I do. I do. I do.
My heart rate doubles then stops.
In defeat I reach, praying to connect with a light switch, defeated for not yet knowing those intricacies, nooks and crannies.
Light bounces off my surroundings.
My bumps in the night were doors and I was only steps away from the security of my bed.
Victory was close, but maybe another night.
Nothing.
Shapes begin to emerge. Outlines. This isn’t so bad. Hope surges through me. There is strength for the future if I can find my way in this darkness.
Contact.
A doorway? Is my destination just before me?
Movement.
I concentrate, trying to heighten those other senses. My arm and shoulder brush against something that brushes back.
Oh god.
My stomach turns.
Like the Cowardly Lion in Elphaba’s magic globe: I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks. I do. I do. I do.
My heart rate doubles then stops.
In defeat I reach, praying to connect with a light switch, defeated for not yet knowing those intricacies, nooks and crannies.
Light bounces off my surroundings.
My bumps in the night were doors and I was only steps away from the security of my bed.
Victory was close, but maybe another night.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Relativity
Not limited to Einstein, space and time.
Because how can friends grow apart when it was foundation that brought them together in the first place?
How can you think I have money when I carefully live within my means?
You think frugal—and I think cheap.
That true maverick says change and means more profits for that upper one percent. While the candidate working for a better America says change and means a better life for people who know the meaning of working for a dime.
Because how can friends grow apart when it was foundation that brought them together in the first place?
How can you think I have money when I carefully live within my means?
You think frugal—and I think cheap.
That true maverick says change and means more profits for that upper one percent. While the candidate working for a better America says change and means a better life for people who know the meaning of working for a dime.
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