Why is it that some men just can’t deal with their emotions, and why on earth do I attract them like flies? Tell me that Mom. Why? So Mr.Blue.Eyes leaves his phone at my place the other night, and so I leave early for work the next morning to drop it off, and he’s not there. Then I get off a stop early and go … Continue reading Yeah, Me Too
Ok, well finally broke down last week and took my arse to the clinic to rid myself of the cold that’s been haunting the halls of my employment, myself included. Yup, bacterial infection. Nice. Throat all red, chest phlegmy. Could hardly swallow one day early last week from the vile plague that has stuck with me for weeks now. So, that’s finally over with, then the nice … Continue reading ‘By the fruits shall you know the roots’, the Angels say
So Mom, in homage to you, I was up Halloween night till 3am kvetching and such at an old friends. In our midnight ramblings she reminded me of how messed up I was after I separated, and left our little block at the Coves. Totally lost touch with them you know Mom, and I’m ashamed of that, cause she is a true friend. I just turned … Continue reading On Friends, And Things Forgotten
Hey Mom… been one of those GD, f’en sort of weeks. Not bad in a I hate my life, hate my job, woe is me…sorta way, no. Just one of those weeks where you wonder if your paying some bad karma off, or somethin’. Got the cold back AGAIN. So it was a sniffling, sneezing, coughing, sore throat, god, please, have mercy, or kill me … Continue reading Why?
The Bell Tavern was where 26-year-old Martin Dromgole boarded before he was murdered in 1865 on the back yard of a home where Braida & Henry’s law offices now stand. Accused of being the father of a child out of wedlock whose birth caused the death of the young mother, Dromgole was shot by the girl’s uncle when he attended the funeral. Continue reading Dromgole & Co
Thirteen years ago tonight, the sun began to set, the veil thinned, and we said goodbye to you. In those last eight days, we struggled to come to terms with the loss of you, and still do. We are changed, all of us, who were there. I have to work today, but later on I’m going to M & S’s for a Halloween party…so this … Continue reading Farewell October
Well Mom, it will be two years today I first posted to this blog, and thus was born The Temenos Journal. It was eight days after Tim’s death, and there I was all alone, staring out the window at an autumnal world. There was the lake, still in its calm cedar ringed glory, surrounded by things that would soon become a distant memory, I ventured out … Continue reading It’s Just Another Sunday
So Mom… I’m having one of those days. Heck, truth be told it’s just been one of dem weeks. Between this and that of daily life, anniversaries, schedule changes, life changes, weather, ugh… I’m a weary soul. So I’ve found myself holed up here within my abode obsessed this week with a PBS series on African-American genealogies…it’s so very intriguing. I hear these stories, and I see … Continue reading The Butterfly Effect
Hey Mom… I started this at 5:25am 2 years on, exactly when I held his hand and whispered to him, it will be ok. He could be honest, brutally so. He could be gentle, thoughtful, and sweet. He could be a good friend, and he could be a thief. He struggled with self-esteem, although only the astute would have known. He could be as mean, as he could … Continue reading Messy Memories In Paradise
Hey Mom…I need to talk. So, I guess you could say it’s the ides of October, and so much going on I hardly even know where to begin. God, it’s hard to believe sometimes, but it will be 13 years this year. Thirteen years since that Halloween night you left us. And it astounds me how much has happened since the veil thinned and you past from us. I’ve moved home three … Continue reading October And Me
Hey Mom… ok, so last week I told you about our 3x’s Great Uncle David. That’s where I started, and I have a lot more info on them. First though….did you know that Dad’s related to half of North Carolina? I kid you not. We may dominate a lot of the graveyards in Oxford County up here, but, down there if ya spit you’ll hit a cousin. Last week Lex and … Continue reading The Greatest Great
Hi Mom, I decided that maybe the best way to tell these stories I’m collecting is to tell them to you. It was for you I decided to start this research, so it seems apt that to you I should tell them to. The whole deep dive into the past helped me to cope with the loss of you, and do you know how often I’ve said to myself, … Continue reading Who Was David?
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance … for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime Continue reading Shades Of Night
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