I am in here.
That was the last word I remember her saying, when we visited her around lunch time. She was awake and lucid for about 10 minutes. No, she wasn’t waxing nostalgic, she was fussing at John to have someone at the house fix up our bedroom. I couldn’t abide the thought of staying in that mausoleum … Continue reading home
I don’t know what to do with a day like this. All I need to do is wait. The cold I was fighting off became an actuality. Not a lot of people are answering their phones when I call. I will find some busywork to do. Something to blog about, maybe.
So many long decades ago, when my mother and I were locked in a downward spiral of self- and other-annihilation, I used to imagine what it would be like for me to face her helpless on her hospital regulation deathbed, unable to answer all of the memories I would recall for her… having hysterics at … Continue reading Time. Passage thereof. Phone calls.
I don’t know what kind of fish that is, but I needed its color, so I cropped and fluffed and played with my Digital Color Meter, and installed both Fish and Fish Coloring on the page. Maybe I’ll get the quieter colors in summer. So, I am off to see LOTR:ROTK. No idea if obligatory … Continue reading orange fish!
white pebble 