December 2009
14 posts
“It’s obviously Jesus. I should give it to a church.”
-Cait Bruce-Campo, after the boo-boo stick I gave her made the cut on her thumb disappear within hours
no
minimal words spoken with a dear friend from out of town
losing a bag of belongings at a Denny’s
a prolonged unwanted day
yes
a tomorrow
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Wishing I could hang with Peter Pan all day.
no
waiting periods
no word from friends visiting home
disliking whom you are suppose to love
realizing coffee is just bean water
phases
not respecting people’s special food diets
yes
garbage cans with Oscar the Grouch painted on them
friends visiting home
traditional Christmas eve sibling drunk night
adding milk creamer to coffee
phases
homemade family dinners
My mother cooks in the kitchen with just her thoughts. Not one musical note or one spoken word is heard aloud to her ears. Perhaps she is singing inside her head.
A few days into this transitional waiting period of the next phase to happen and it’s becoming bothersome. I wish I could control when the phases decide to change, because I’d really like to stay in this one a bit longer. Though, I suppose I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to having some excitement for what’s to come.
Cait and I sat in the back seat of the car my father was driving. We were headed on a long journey to a particular destination we did not know. During the hilly drives to flat lands we came across an ocean that the path, regardless of such a road block, still continued into and out the other side. There was no second thought, and with all of our windows rolled down we drove into the water. The...
AMBER RAE HARRIS, you’re a sneaky weasel! You just made my whole world explode into magic by your very secretive and unannounced arrival home from the other side of the country.
Top best surprise I’ve ever experienced.
Lately: reconciling and closure, finishing unfinished business, reconnecting and fresh connections, realizing more the kind of minds to surround myself with, less blind spotting negative energy and more so getting rid of it as a whole, attracting and attracted mental stimulation, less socializing and more real conversation, learning, unforced creativity, less distant, constant enjoyable laughter.
YES
reading random passages of old military romance novels from the 50s
a closed-off room with a fireplace and dear/new friends
said novels for the firewood
warming bare toes by the book fire
passed out “Uncle Tom” on the couch
at least five completely different groups of people sporadically coming and going
all of this equalling to a very Detroit Family Christmas
NO
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My mind has been really sparkling lately.