"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1

Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.

Nick as himself

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Words & Scents

I love new words; the Readers Digest in the back has a great little quiz testing your skills on words and definitions. Some of the new words I learned this week.

bacchanal-wild drunken revelry
renascent-rising again
saltation-leaping or dancing

Grandpa also for some reason has developed a vampire lifestyle. Snoozing during the day, listless and confused and then miraculously running around like a madman in the wee hours. I have him playing musical chairs today trying to keep him from his torpor between the commercials of the football game.

This morning the streets were wet from a light rain. The fall leaves still clinging to the branches, now the sun has come out warming the day nicely, the blue of the sky contrasting nicely with the burnt orange of the dead foliage lining the yards in our neighborhood. I need to get out of the house and warring with myself about having the free time to write or go on a walk.

Opted for the brisk walk to the river because it tends to help the creative process. Thought about many things, one of them the strangeness of finding a bois d'arc seed all alone along the banks of the Columbia. The lime green ball a reminder of Texas while the banks sending me back to the beginning of the summer with Vitamin C and the meet and greet in the same cove. Oddly still in a tank top, standing in the same spot perched on the rocks, the river low now so that my legs are covered with pants instead of the water, the sounds of summer and being able to watch the heat waves meeting the crisp sways of the river gone. Thinking about the decision to make many changes as with the seasons. Hoping the flow of life continues to be fruitful like the river I don't visit often enough.

Leading me to wonder how much time the G-unit has left. Pondering a man that I like and being honest about how much I miss him after such a short time, and actually dwelling deeply on whether to admit it to myself, let alone say it aloud. Marveling at the beauty of the fall colors. Meditating on a world that takes so dang long to lead you to all the answers.

Also needing a Miss O fix. A picture of her today on the river, the day she got her Indian Princess name.
"She who's mouth runs like the river." And joy he is back and calling!


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