It would appear it tis that time again – time to reassess the relationship landscape and see if they really are all that and a bag of chips. I’ve seen Crossroads guy every night and every morn, for the last two weeks. Every night I get home from work, give him a call, and off I’d stroll with Irish in tow. He’d have beer on … Continue reading At A Crossroads
A Day off. AHHHH. After working 6 days in a row, after staring blankly at a screen stuck inside on a beautiful sunny day, I got off the bus yesterday and walked to a dinner party where Crossroads man was BBQing at a Buddhist New Year’s party. Afloat, waltzing down the sidewalk on that beautiful sunny warm day, finally FREE. …more AFLOAT Continue reading Adrift, Afloat, At Peace
Dear GOD, make it stop. This whirlwind of emotional turmoil, this up, and down, and up, and down. Turns, and twists, and happy bliss, and then deep dives into this sorrow that I don’t think I could possibly describe sufficiently, but to say the intensity can be overwhelming. The madness of menopause has overtaken me, and I am what could be termed sometimes an emotional … Continue reading Menopause Madness And Me
Right…so… he showed up at my door, completely unexpectedly Thursday night, after another really bad day. That bad day had been preceded by other previous bad days earlier in the week. MsL calls them the Menopause Crazies…and coupled with a big’ol’panic attack, just for added flavour, well, I had me one hell of a fantastically awful week. So there I am wrapped up in my … Continue reading Just So You Know
…more blur Continue reading Life Blurred
So, I have an online only friend I met years and years ago, back in my CompuServe days. I see her only on Facebook though. She the other day posts “are CBC guests given more money when they start a sentence with SO”? SO, yes, he did show up, finally. After I’d left a somewhat snarly voicemail, he called, all out of breath, and showed … Continue reading Page Two. Well, well. I still HATE this part.
Beginnings are difficult. The waiting, the wondering, the hoping, the feeling of going through your day with a lump in your throat. Did I say something wrong? Was I too me? Was I enough me? It was easier with Tim, we met, we talked, we shared, and we spent each day afterwards together. Boom, bang. Simple. No pretense, no preamble, no waiting, no wondering, just … Continue reading Page One, Paragraph One. I Hate This Part.
Lining the shelves, like you’ve caught a glimpse of the characters backstage. The menagerie presents many an unnatural intermingling of childhood characters. They are silly, and I snapped away a whole delightful hour, capturing vignette, after vignette. He is intriguing you know Mom, this crossroads man. Always, Paula Continue reading The Dance of the Cartoons
…is the touch of history. Glass slide plates- private collection, circa early 1900’s. see more EPHEMERAL Continue reading Ephemeral
Ok Mom, I confess, I had to say goodbye. The last time we said it, er, typed it, it was angry. This time, I suppose I wanted this final one, well, to be a finale. Take a graceful bow to the audience, and take my leave, stage left. So I texted him “I still think of you”. When I got home after work that day, … Continue reading I Wanna Be Loved Like…
Ok, in the interest of me loosening up a bit and not being so cerebral, I last night forced myself to watch 3 programs in a row on SEX. THREE, in a row. I was engaged, one could say, or at the least distracted. The first one, of course, was about this long scroll found in Egypt from the 17th or 18th Dynasty. It’s probably … Continue reading Pols O’lightenup
I am in love. The merits of this new love have grown on me over the year since I acquired it. This thing has gone back and forth to work with me everyday. Its wonderful. Freedom. And I discovered recently that the sleeper cover actually bends in order to make it feel as though you’re holding some big tome in hand. The weight is enough … Continue reading Love in a tangled time
Em, you know, I’ve discovered that making coffee in a French Press is too divine not to have every morning. In all the time it takes to wrestle one goddamn cup out of that rotten Keurig, I could have 3 or 4 full-bodied cups o’java that taste almost like butterscotch. I can’t afford the stupid pucks for that Keurig thing, so am reduced to the … Continue reading Gathering The Courage To Speak Up
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