This is not a condemnation or a plea. This is a rant, a vent, to declaim against the world.
I NEED to move. And if it’s to Hawaii, the impersonal You can stick it in your ear. You are not here for me in any kind of everyday sense. You will not be less there depending on my location. If I lost a limb or went catatonic you would arrive even if I was on the moon so all distance arguments are moot. But you are not here on a weekday when both kids are crying. You are not there as I scroll through my phone numbers looking for someone to pretend to be sane with at lunch.
The difference will be it’s people I don’t yet know not there.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
I’m better now
Oh Pinterest! How do I hate you. Let me count the ways. First you lure me in with your colorful ideas. Then you trap me into an endless loop. Taunting me the whole time with skillful renderings that put Martha Stewart to shame when my efforts are more worthy of a cake wreck. Next I glance at the clock to realize it has been diligently ticking away while I have been frittering away the time. You are worse than any daydream sent by a Goblin King and harder to escape. Hate you.
And yes I’ll be back, like the craft addict that I am
On a whim I have decided that children are like tattoos. When you really stop to think about it this simile works eerily well.
Some are planned out in advance and others acquired after a wild night. The acquisition of them is painful. Usually you do them when you are young. They can be addictive and often puzzling.
On a completely related note, I’ve been looking at tattoo designs. Again.
Here I am at work bored with no customers, internet connection and a neglected blog. Actually I’ve been back at work for a couple weeks and still this site has been left. It’s not that I don’t have a million half thought out ideas that would benefit from being written. It’s more that this absence has made me shy of putting forth imperfect ideas. Verbally I can hide my flaws in quicksilver words. Here on the written stage, my half baked ideas look strangely naked. So here’s to being an exhibitionist.
Let’s see how long this new resolution will last.
Our friend came over the other night to hang out and play board games. I sacrificed my phone to my Toddler Master for a couple minutes of quiet. 1,334,576 pictures and 325 programs opened later, we all said goodbye for the night. Going through them today, I really like the differences. Kiddo has a different perspective and idea of subject matter, that made me want to start a kid’s gallery.
We’ll see how this works.
So my resolution this year was to end the year as strong as I start out. Unfortunately I have made this really easy by not getting things done. But I have not forgotten you, my poor little neglected blog. I will do better from here on out. I promise.
There’s a title for the Kindle that has 6 full novels for 99 cents.
And I fell for it hook, line and sinker.
No the trap isn’t that they are bad or short. It’s that they are good and fantasy and the first books in their series. Now 5 other books later I can now get to the second book contained in my first purchase. Sigh… Goodbye sleep, I must read.