taken away by a Storm...

There is only one first time.

Mine was in college when I was 21.

It began at a frat party. No doubt drinking was involved.
Back then I was an even cheaper drunk than I am now.
One bottle of Stroh's got me a nice buzz.  Second bottle
got me drunk-ish. If there was a third bottle, I needed help
getting back to my dorm room to find the bathroom.
'Cuz I was gonna puke.

aaanyway...lots of the details are missing from memory but
here is the gist:

Somehow, he and I ended up at his apartment off-campus.
Foreplay? What's that?
I don't remember clothes coming off but they did, somehow.
I honestly had no idea what was going to happen.

It happened quickly. It was disappointing because the only thing
I felt was a sharp pain. Cherry popped.
When he was done he said, "You are taking the pill, right?"
When I stuttered, "uh, no." His eyes got very large and he said,
"I'll walk you back to your dorm."
I had trouble keeping up because he was walking so fast.
I never saw him again.

The next "encounter" I had was much nicer. That man knew what
he was doing and helped me learn the right way. Believe it or not,
the nice man and I are still friends 50+ years later.

To Storm Murray, if you're still out there, I hope you got better with practice.

I know I did.
 

The end...

How many marbles
are we supposed to have?
A handful?
A headful?
A mouthful?
I can't find mine.
Anywhere.
Not in the closet.
Not under the bed.
Not out on the sidewalk
where I played with them last.
Did they roll away
or did you hide them?
It's your fault
I lost them.
It's your fault
I'm sad.
You don't have to admit it.
I know what I know.
Playtime is over.
You need to go.

Mischief and a good story (or two)...

 

Oh, woe is me...

 

I've lost mine.

Conundrum...

           we die
           by living.
           if we
           didn't live
           we couldn't
           die.

            to be
 or not to be.  

             that is the question. 

Must be nice to have a green thumb...

 

Not that it would do any good...

 

The muse has disappeared...

I know, that's a shitty excuse but it's all
I've got at the moment.

You could go read Og's new Substack thingie:
VaultkeeperChronicles.

I'm so out of it I can't even get the link thing to work.  
I give up. Tohellwithitall.

What, me worry?...

 Good and not so...

Ann is good. Getting her energy back and her taste buds are
beginning to wake up.

Carol is facing more challenges.
The tumor on her lung is growing. Doubled in size in three 
months.  So...it seems none of the options are particularly good. 
There will be a consult with a surgeon but she is still considered
high risk with anesthesia because of her lung function. After
all the years of different chemo drugs, they have taken a toll.
Radiation is another option except... if it's too intense and/or
hits too much of the lung it could do more damage. Consult
with her radiation oncologist is scheduled.
Third option is more chemo. The last treatment almost killed
her so obviously they will need to find something else.

She's getting physical therapy twice a week to build up
her strength. Whether that makes a difference in her choice
of options remains to be seen. One of few things that can't hurt.
Good news was that all the many scans that were done did not
show any cancer anywhere other than the lung. They do want a
mammogram done, just in case.

Decisions need to be made sooner rather than later. 

 

What are you looking at? 3...

 

        
          I can see every
   leaf on every tree across
        the way. But I can't
           see tomorrow.