He couldn’t help himself. Really. Thomas is an asshole. Last week Irish and I are at D3’s for some din din, and doesn’t she go AWOL. Heart stopping panic washed over me. However, it was short lived as she was of course two doors down at the neighbour’s ~ ensconced beside this guy and his girlfriend on their front porch. She certainly is one for … Continue reading Thomas The Cat
In so many ways I strangled my youthful self with my intensity, and my ‘deep thoughts’. No ones fault, just an acknowledgement of the person I was born as in this life – serious, deep, emotional, caring, and true as the sun and the moon. Mom, I find myself in a completely different head space of late. Perhaps its the onset of spring, more sunshine … Continue reading When The Stranger Becomes Less Strange
How is it that I manage to attract these damaged souls? Em? Any ideas Mom? The last time I saw her I was off hailing a taxi, and by the time I got back she was gone. POOF. Vanished. I got out of the taxi, and I looked up and down the street, walked a little ways, but I could not find that lady in … Continue reading Exit Stage Left @1911
I stand there sometimes, you know, and just watch the world go by. I was just doing that now. Watching the cars go in and out of the parking lot next door. Its a bank, and being a Friday, must be payday for some, like me. Was a good week, atleast almost. It began fine, and up until Wednesday night I would have probably chocked … Continue reading This & That
And you know what Mom? Wishes do come true. Whilst I was tidying up outside, and looking damn hot in my red short sleeve sweater shirt and culottes, well who bicycles past my little secret garden? Twiddle-dee, and twiddle-dumn…otherwise known as mystery.texter & and mr.blue.eyes. The whole thing happened so perfect, I swear, I couldn’t have scripted it better, it was like something I would … Continue reading Fall Down Go Boom
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
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
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
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…
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
by PaulaB 