Change I find, when it comes, comes stealthily, quietly. It first appears in your dreams, and then it is you, and you it. With change, comes new people, new ways of looking at things, new ways of being. Yet, for me anyways, it always comes at a cost. And so I believed that the constant was me. So when I was reading a couple of … Continue reading The Paradox Of American Identity
Yes, I am stubborn. Just a moment ago I caught the reason I put the feeder back up, as a flash of red of the male cardinal caught my eye. In for an evening visit, and sang to me of the most wonderful things, not 7 feet from where I now sit. And as the rain falls softly out my open window, I suppose that … Continue reading Yeah, It Was That Him
Ok, fine, I admit it, I went out and re-rigged the ribbon contraption thingy I devised, grabbed the little tree again and bent it over and wrapped the ribbon around, and hooked it up with the lanyard I’d tied to the other end. Took the [email protected] all of 24 hours and there the birdfeeder lay, bottom part of the feeder completely off, in a heap … Continue reading Que Sera Sera, And How I Found Freeman Park
So, it is down for good. I believe one of the weekend guests knocked the ol’noggin’ on it as they were finding their way back through the hedge to catch a cab. Confused I suppose by where my secret little doorway was and smashed through and made their own. As I was sitting on the stoop the next morning, with my head slamming out some … Continue reading The Beauty Of Expected Things
This week went well. Whacked my hand as I was leaving for work on the door frame like I forgot it was bloody attached. Plus, it has rained so much this week (had to go back and edit that since, it ain’t done yet, apparently) that all the aches became pains, and they joined forces with a few I hadn’t met yet, and thus I … Continue reading When Does Feminine Mystique Become Crazy Old Lady?
Not that I’m at all surprised, and while I would not go so far as to say I ‘hate’ him (as I now see quite plainly it is a he, as you too can see), I do have a strong loathing. I expected this. I did. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ And it was all my fault, I accept that. I let him get to me. If I had … Continue reading I Was Trumped By A Squirrel
I have this friend of mine, Crossroads I’ve called him in the past, but he’s known as D3, so thusly he shall be referred. Well, his eclectic collection of music often has me either nostalgic, amused, or otherwise. This collection spans many genres and is present on vinyl, cassette or CD. Once, just a simple K.T. Oslin tape had me remembering things about those “80’s … Continue reading Where The Music Takes Me
I published this on October 28, 2012 @ 20:46, it was my second blog post. Second I had EVER written, on this site and on any site. * » Daily Prompt: Do-over! by michelle w. on April 9, 2013 Go back to a blog post you always thought could be better, or were unsatisfied with — now, fix it. [from Journal entry – 1st page … Continue reading Oct 10 2001 ~ from the beginning v2
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