"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

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Gauche



Driving early the Pepto-Bismol sunrise lightens the dawn sky, but my mood is heavy as is my heart. The opposite of love is indifference. Yet again this song, these words play for an arrival and a departure.

We smell of alcohol and diesel. The odor makes me ache with longing for him, for me.

We had dinner in the woods with friends Mexican themed; Polla a la Crema, sautéed beef, peppers, beans and corn tortillas. Beer coated all sides of the meal and dessert was tequila, whiskey and bourbon.

We sleep apart now. Even here. Sometimes I forget and reach out to touch him. My misplaced hand reaches out and then slowly retracts  in remembrance.

The weakest hour has passed in a long dark night. The alcohol made me angry, weak and yet hopeful. Which when added and mixed together comes out to be the equivalent of feeble. He is indifferent and I’m discomfited and filled with cold regret.

The odor of skunk lingers as we drive through town heading home to more separate beds with the sunrise at our backs.

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