Until next time...

remember me.
miss me.
come back
to me
someday.

Equines, Canines and Felines... oh my!

Mick has been home recovering from surgery.
He's doing pretty well now.
Apparently, he has had plenty of time to put
together a long-assed post about their menagerie
that keeps them company on their Four and a Half Acres.
Go read it. It will make your day. I promise.
Take some tissue 'cause you'll laugh so hard you'll cry!
Trust me.



And, when you come back here and compose yourself a bit,
go to Ron's place. He's got four parts done so far about yet
another crazy episode from his younger years.
Rantin' Ron is damned lucky to have lived this long.
Must be one BIG herd of guardian angels watchin' over him.
Find the first part of "Memories" on his sidebar.
Go on. You'll be amazed.
Trust me.

Full moon rising...

this night sky has a
royal blue satin sheen.
the face on the full moon
is laughing.
he's been longer than
we will ever be.
I cannot see the wind
that pushes hard against
clusters of clouds, glowing
iridescent edges and
pink-gray bottoms,
southward
between here and him.
tiny glitter-stars scattered
behind him, the only
company he keeps
'cept for me.
smiling thanks, I ask him
can you tell?
I remembered
to look up.

No one knows...

secret,
selfish pleasure
kept hidden
in a corner
walk away,
come back
later
will she
be there
waiting
for you
smiling then
crying now.

Artists...

Thought I'd put up a few links to some of the artists
I saw at the festival last weekend. A little eye-candy
in between cooking tasks or after your belly is full of
Thanksgiving goodness. Enjoy:

Jeannie Maddox

Ben W. Essenburg

James Gary Richmond

I'll add more another time.

Thanksgiving, for me, will include... giving Sparky a bath,
catching up on yard work, then a nice bubble bath followed
by a plate of cheese, meat and crackers and a bottle of wine
while watching movies.
Life is good.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Quarter to eleven...

looks like almost nine o'clock.

'twas a lovely, lovely weekend...

Indeed.
It started on Saturday afternoon.
I met Joan, of Primordial Slack, for lunch on the beach.
Where she gets the 'slack' thing is beyond me. This lady
runs in permanent high gear! She is a riot and a beauty.
The food, the weather, the company... all perfect.
Thanks, Joan. I hope we get to do it again soon.

Today was just as good.
I met a good friend and co-worker at a great little Mexican
restaurant for a leisurely lunch and then we walked for three
hours through downtown Deland to view the Fall Art Festival.
They block off the main drag so that more than 200 artists can
set up their booths and show their work.
The festival includes musicians and refreshment booths.
Again, perfect weather, company and entertainment.

If ya'll had half as much fun as I did, well then, your
weekend was grand. I need to do this more often.

Out of sight...

I can
close my eyes
and feel you.
soft, thick hair
on your
firm chest.
hard thigh muscles.
rough skin
on your hands.
sharp line of
your jaw.
perfect nose above
your wet lips.
When I am
missing you
the most,
I close my eyes
and bring you
to me.

Attitude is much like shit...

it rolls downhill, too.

Some friendly advice...

If you are going to donate a pint of blood:

EAT a decent meal before you fill up the bag.
DRINK plenty of fluids (juice and/or water).
NO CAFFEINE or ALCOHOL (both dehydrate your body).
DO NOT SMOKE for at least thirty minutes after.

We had a blood drive at work today.
Less than an hour after I donated blood, they almost
had to carry me out of the building.

That was at noon and I still feel like crap.
The only upside today? They told me to eat a LOT tonight.
I, therefore, took myself to a nice restaurant for a big steak dinner.
yummm...

Now, I'm going to bed. I feel like I got the shit beat out of me.

I R DUM.

Muse? What Muse?...

They say that writers should read a lot. It's good for the
creative process. I love to read. My creative process, however,
seems to be stuck right now.

So, as much to fill up space here and offer something
(boring as my readers may find it), I made a list of the
books I've read so far this year.

Try not to swoon too soon...

1. Mockingbird, a Portrait of Harper Lee, by Charles J. Shields.
2. Lessons In Becoming Myself, by Ellen Burstyn.
3. Wrapped In Rainbows, the life of Zora Neale Hurston, by Valerie Boyd.
4. Girl, Interrupted, by Susanna Kaysen.
5. Tolkien, A Biography, by Michael White.
6. Clapton, the Autobiography.
7. Sometimes Madness Is Wisdom: Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald, by
Kendall Taylor.
8. Ava Gardner "Love Is Nothing", by Lee Server.
9. Gene Wilder, Kiss Me Like A Stranger.
10. Morrie: In His Own Words, by Morrie Schwartz.
11. For One More Day, by Mitch Albom.
12. To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.
13. The Spooky Art: Thoughts On Writing, by Norman Mailer.
14. Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul, by Canfield, Hansen and Gardner.
15. The Courage To Write, by Ralph Keyes.
16. Wild Mind: Living the Writer's Life, by Natalie Goldberg.
17. Unholy Ghost: writers on depression, by Nell Casey.
18. Spiritual Notes to Myself, by Hugh Prather.
19. Walking On Alligators, by Susan Shaughnessy.
20. Write Your Heart Out, by Rebecca McClanahan.
21. The Demon-Haunted World, by Carl Sagan.
22. Night, by Elie Wiesel.
23. A Thousand Splendid Suns, by Khaled Hosseini.
24. Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini.
25. Without Remorse, by Tom Clancy.
26. The Bookseller of Kabul, by Asne Seierstad.
27. Close Quarters, by Larry Heineman.
28. The Blog of War, by Matthew Currier Burden.
29. Blood Brothers, by Michael Weisskopf.
30. Flags of Our Fathers, by James Bradley with Ron Powers.

does this list say anything about me, other than, I'm single
and have no children? hmmmm...

Gift...

I want
you.
no.
that's not
quite right.
...I want
your love.
yes.
that's it.
no one can
have you.
only the love
you choose
to give.

Too sad? Too slow? Too me?...

I do what I do,
the way that I
do it,
because I can do it
that way.
So you do it
your way,
I'll do it
my way,
and all will be even
that way.
ok?

Unreal...

this can't be happening
to me.
look around this mess
my life.
who knew.
I've lied so much
to me.
I can't believe myself.