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A woman wakes up at 2:03am

Rolls over to wake her husband

"You need to get up,

We need to get you to the airport"

Grudgingly, the man slowly sits up

They get ready in silence

Sleepily, they drink their coffee…

My biggest vice has

always been my pride; thanks for

sacrificing yours.…

Family gatherings--Joy, joy, joy!  Sometimes not!  Cranky ones, loud ones, yappin' pets, crabby kids--but, in the end, it is all joy.  This too shall pass and David and I begin our journey of empty nester-dom!  The beginning of this transition is this Saturday as our first leaves our nest, to thrive in a NEW nest--a St. Joe's hawks nest! 

Odd how the whole thing happens.  We trolled down the aisles of Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond over the past few weeks.  Hangers, shelves, shower…

   August 15 "Quickie" Writing challenge: 

   I really like gemstones. Like most people do, because they are shiny and come in many, many different varieties. If I were to get a gemstone, I couldn't care less if it was plastic or rock, as what really interests me is its beauty and color. I remember in seventh grade, the unit we did on gemstones, about luster, streak, weight, and everything else. My favorite gemstone would probably be either Lapis Lazulli or Amethyst. Lapis…

We had an exciting visit to Yellowstone in July.  Saw a lot of wild animals including the bison pictured below that walked past our car:

I've posted an article about my trip on Yahoo:

Feeling Nature's Hot Breath at…

As the two blue collar workers and recently laid off teacher sat at the Governor's table, they feigned interest as the pompous politician stood and proclaimed with a sly grin, ""Don't attack my dog or you might get shot ... if you're a coyote!"  

Waxing and waning, he went on to regal the captive audience with how he always carries his .380 Ruger loaded with hollow point bullets when jogging on trails because of his healthy fear of snakes.

'Snakes'…

Anything is subject for a poem :

A catalog of boxing equipment, a collage of other poems,

Serpentine trail of incense, raised deer fur, old shoes pointed pigeon-toed,

Glass and steel cityscape, almond eyes of a saint, weeping tiny flowers,

Sunlight on whitewashed walls, blue shadows of stooped women,

A spring mousetrap, a trickle of blood in the…

The end approaching

 Shadows hemorrhaging dreams

Evaporated…

Intangible

Fortune has stolen you from me.

You were my dream,…

Slow hot day

and the air wet as a river 

rolling down my spine 

the shade isn't enough 

when the sun sends streamers of moisture

through the glade 

night falls slow

but dreams call 

quick if hollow 

floating away from it all

Note:  The picture is from my brother's trip to visit our niece in…

I wake up from the strangest dream

Only to have music stuck in my head

I know it's late because it's still dark

I turn to look at the clock

It's nearly 3:30A.M.

Part of me wants to go back to sleep

But upon a sudden…

Standing past the break

In the silence of the waves

Is serenity

 …

I haven't really looked at these in awhile and only felt like looking at the first page ha ha, and this spoke to me. So, let's see what pours forth....

My dad isn't the sort of man that took you out to ball games, went to your choir performances, or any other such thing. He's more of the sit at home, read, watch old t.v., watch the news & get mad at the world, watch sports and expect everyone to stay quiet, drink his beer, hunt deer, and just basically do his own thing…

Walking hand in hand

Silently, but for the sound of our footsteps on the ground

The leaves crunch underneath our weight

Brilliant yellows, oranges, & reds

The air is beginning to cool

It feels nice after the long warm September day

 …

isn't everything ever 

wanted 

and everythings yet to be 

created in a flow…

Since this is my first writing on this site, I've decided to accept the 'Sleep Is...' challenge in August 2010.

      Sleep is sleep. It is where most animals and people find solace from the busy world around them. Animals hunt for hours on end to feed themselves and their young. Not only do they have to worry about food, but about shelter and safety. A lioness's primary job is to protect her cubs from the harsh environment of the savannah. Such details of the harshness…

I tend to write a LOT about my dad.  It isn't that I loved my mother less, but more that I loved my dad in a whole and complete way that my mom wouldn't have cared for.  She was a bit more aloof and saved her love for special moments.  Daddy just loved.  Straight up, in your face, like it or not.  Love.  And he was…

If you look closely

Through every tear

There is a memory

Some good, some bad

But for each tear I cry

A part of me is there for you to see

The same is true for every smile

Every time I…

My eyes open within my heart,

The veils of illusion fall away,

My Vision shoots through

My head

Peering into the Void

I see myself as I have

Never seen myself

There, Up in the

Cradle of…