Wednesday, June 1, 2011
My dad was greatly respected in his professional life, his adult friendships. He was friends with some renowned people. But to his family he was a great disappointment. I have been going through some deep feelings lately regarding his failure as a father and husband, his inability to understand the significance of feelings, especially those of others. Particularly, mine. All my life, all my life's most important choices were twisted by the fact that he was a man who didn't know what to do with... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Rough night, morning lilacs
The lilac bush was planted as a consolation and memorial when my daughter's sweet little kitten died of kitty AIDS something like 20 years ago. It didn't get a lot of sunlight where we planted it over Glimmer, it was not until it grew tall enough to catch sufficient sunlight that it began to bloom. This year, I saw the first blossoms--unexpected in this dreary, chilly, rainy spring--from the vantage of the loft bed window, in the Hutch, as the motorhome has come to be called, sitting in the... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Defiance
Sometimes a relationship defies defining. It defies reason. And yet, defying defiance, you commit to it anyway. I have made a lifetime work of such relationships: liking people no one else likes; liking people who give nothing back; wanting in my life relationships that are problematic. I find myself sometimes brooding on such a relationship, such a person on the edge of my life right now. It has been suggested I'd do well to cut my losses and run. I can see the point of that. It has been... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Past and Future meeting...
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
End of an era and two junk cars
They have been sitting quietly sinking into the ground for some time now... really, an embarrassingly long time... And suddenly, yesterday, someone asked for them. And this morning, gave me $100 and hauled them away. I only a little bit miss the Ranger, it had the best ever bumpersticker: ISIS ISIS RA RA RA! I slapped that on there years ago when I bought the pickup, and then drove across country. First time I stopped for gas, an old red-necked farmer gave it a look and said in a tone of... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Something new and unexpected I found in the woods...
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
It is raining here again, after sunshine yesterday, and temps that tempted windows to open and breezes to blow through the house. The Hutch sits in the driveway still, though it gets the occasional excursion of 30 miles or so. Often, I sit in it and as you may have noticed, lately have been loading photos from old files to new spots in my flickr photostream. Guitar Guy called last week: he survived the winter. He is still insisting beer is good for him, still making plans to get into a place,... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
NOCTURNE This midnight restlessness of mind that drives me room to room is once again awake: when all the world is dark and dreaming it drives me softly, something seeking… A child in the window frame gazing out on night-times’s day, held in thrall by lunar light that casts the night-lands soft and fey… A girl enwrapped in arms, and trance over moths that dash and dance about the silent night-light in the hall-- our fascination for the solitary spot of misplaced sunlight shared-- It is our... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Welcome to my dearest writer friend!
Gerontian is a friend of many years, a poet of considerable skill and talent, and we have long been a writer's group of two. I am so glad he is here for you to discover. Gerontian. I am so glad! http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gerontian/ Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Challenging Unreality
Being online is real enough when we connect and communicate, to minds and hearts. But to the body, it is sitting and tapping, and precious little else, unless you can sneak in some snacking without getting crumbs in the keyboard. I have spent far too much time in this semi-reality, over the past year. I had my reasons; maybe they were good enough. I was invested in something I could only access here, through the keyboard. You, all of you, are part of that... as are my friends and playmates in... Sign in to see full entry.