Pumpkin Queen Rides Again !
Gnocchi of My Dreams
Since we will be flinging candy at the costumed kids on my actual birthday Monday night, my dinner was today.
Let me just say that sauce that delectable should be outlawed.
Here is a shot of me checking out the excellent landscaping.
They have lovely , tall tufts of pampas grass abounds!
Happy Unbirthday to me !
Soaring at Barnes & Nobles
I am getting better at reading my poetry out loud.
I rocked 'em socked 'em with my wacky stuff and left them laughing !
If they only knew what it takes for me to get to portray the joyful moments.
I could read my more reflective pieces , but there are enough people reading their own ;probing ,soul searing stuff.
I want to write about the whim of a moment.
A piece about my everyday life suits me just fine.
Brrrrrrrrr
Break out the sweaters and hot toddys , it's 55 blinking Fahrenheit !
Broken Memories
I was listening to a song with some sailing references yesterday afternoon , and that brought me to the beach.The one we use to walk every fall & winter of the nearly 5 years we lived in the Chesapeake Bay area in Maryland .
I Still See
through the cracks
of the weathered pier
those
foamy waves rolling
just beneath
sand heavy shoes
jacket pockets
bulged
with shells
bound for some
empty jar
on a full desk
the winter wind
hung on
pine-filled forests
behind our backs
and bitterly blew
us further
up the beach.
Happy 23rd , Jose McGillacuddy
I gave birth to my only living child today -
23 years ago at 11:55 AM Central European Time .
As we continue to speed forward in this life , we keep looking behind and notice the gaping hole that follows us like a curse.
Time will not alter this fact .
We are so grateful to have each other, but always recognize what we are missing.
Thank you Stefanie ,for your unwaivering kindness and support for me .
Thank You Tom, for the gift of this wonderful person who is a living reminder of our love everyday.
* Jose McGillacuddy was Tom's silly nick name for her when she was around 3...
Yummy Man Alert
Dejavu
Is Wilma coming our way ?
I hope not.
One evacuation was enough to last for a long time ....
Hoowwwwwwwl
I am really feeling this Sting song lately with the change in seasons , immanent birthdays , anniversaries passed , the uncertainty of our next destination an d the end of a tragedy laden-2005 coming our way before we know it.
Hounds Of Winter
Mercury falling
I rise from my bed
Collect my thoughts together
I have to hold my head
It seems that she's gone
And somehow I am pinned by
The hounds of winter
Howling in the wind
I walk through the day
My coat around my ears
I look for my companion
I have to dry my tears
It seems that she's gone
Leaving me too soon
I'm as dark as December
I'm as cold as the man in the moon
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
It's easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They follow me down
I can't make up the fire
The way that she could
I spend all my days
In the search for dry wood
Board all the windows and close
The front door
I can't believe she won't here anymore
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
It's easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They follow me down
A season for joy
A season for sorrow
Where she's gone
I will surely, surely follow
She brightened my day
She warmed the coldest night
The hounds of winter
They got me in their sights
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
It's easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They harry me down
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X Marks the Spot ?
I found this interesting website for dealing with grief ,and it had this great graph on it with stages of survivorship :
I am hovering between reorientation and reentry.
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Essential Hurricane Needs ?
The things you think that you need when you evacuate....
Somebody had also grabbed quick cooking pearl barley from the pantry !
La Dolce Vita
After getting an "A" on my philosophy test back today , I was walking to yoga class and spotted this squirrel jumping through the grass.
The mellow October sun shone down on the both of us as our paths intersected in the courtyard .
I couldn't help the big smile that spread across my face as I laughed watching this little creature ; busily jumping between the trees .
A few seconds of joy sparkled inside me and took hold.
Those are the sweet moments that make me glad to still be part of this world.
Fortune Cookie Wisdom Comes True
About a week before we evacuated to the Austin area escaping the intended wrath of Rita , I got a fortune cookie that said:
" You will travel to a far away place ."
Dummy me thought, "Yay ! We are going to Germany..."
That bit of wisdom cost $40 ( with fried rice and other yummies included ), much less than a psychic reading for sure !
More Signs
On my way out to yoga class, I always pass this small office and have to chuckle at the sign on the door:
Beatings will continue until morale improves.
Then I feel guilty for laughing...
Signs
On our way to pick up pre-made sandwiches from Panera for our early dinner on poetry night , we passed this tire shop on Bay Area Blvd.
In the store window it said:
We
Beat
Every
Body
My Dad said" Well, I won't be going in there !"
My stint at the Houston Poetry Fest Out Of Bounds at my local B & N was fairly successful last evening.
No pictures as we all forgot our cameras.
There was a photog there, but I don't wanna see the results of any full body shots...
People who are regulars at the open mic nights are remembering my poems !
My voice was shaky last night.
I was intimidated by all the more established poets.
They all had so much more cred than I did.
I have to deal with this and quit doubting myself.
Today I am working on a "Hurricane " poem.
It's called "Chased".