Weblog 82
September 2, 2007~ 9:10pm
The nights have been in the 50's, the days less humid this past week- except for an aberrant day now and again, usually at the whip-end of some tropical storm along the southern coastline somewhere that makes its unwelcome way up here into Pennsylvania- but for the most part, it's become MUCH more livable.
I look forward to fall each year, more and more. You'd think that wouldn't be so, the connection between fall and one's later years, but I have to tell you, I'm enjoying my later years immensely. I feel I'm out of whatever race or other I felt I was running in, and now can enjoy the sidelines, and sitting comfortably in a lawn chair, taking it all in, but outside of it. Let the young ones do the strutting and the running after brass rings of every imaginable sort- all I want is peaceful quiet and the time to ruminate on things, catch all the nuances-- analyze and savor slowly.
Fall is golden, but so gently so, buffed by life. I truly enjoy this time of year- fall into winter. The quiet months. The crispness. The time to get lost in thought. The muting of chaos, just a bit-- enough to find peace of mind.
September 3, 2007~ 7:40pm
I have to say that over the years I have observed a very prounounced snobbery about the French. (Oh, the British probably CREATED snobbery, lol...but with such campy exaggeration that it comes across as self-parodying and therefore funny.) The French variety however, is overweeingly condescending and haughty-- period. So you can imagine my delight when this showed up in my emailbox (prettified to "gif" for this blog)- and it made me laugh out loud.
September 4, 2007~ 6:30pm
Do you have a 'dark rider'? -- someone, something that pursues you, something that fills you with dread? Something-- perhaps given a small space in your life at one time that you wish you hadn't-- but now it's out there and it knows your name? This is the stuff nightmares are made of, and it's important to give some sort of look to it-- some 'form'.
Usually it's a person.
But it could be a circumstance, or a memory of something you've done........they're all riders. And chances are the way they look to you is entirely different from the way they're projected out there in the sunlight, because the creepiest thing about them is their many guises: they can slip by unnoticed-- and it's only the person who's been touched by their darkness will hear the hooves and will feel the wind of their passing. Even if others think you are misguided...know your rider: know what's under the cloak, for they always have them, and build a good fortress. They hate that.
And they hate the mirror you hold...
It's the one reflective surface shows their reality, and yes- it scares them too. So keep it polished.
September 5, 2007~ 6:30pm
Again- an email that tickled me.
"Two Women Talking In Heaven"
Hi! I'm Sylvia. How'd you die?
~I Froze to Death.
How Horrible!
~It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?
I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.
~So, what happened?
I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.
~Too bad you didn't look in the freezer --- we'd both
still be alive.
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(Now that's my idea of a good guffaw- the kind that sneaks up and gooses you while you're puzzling for the punchline. LOL!)
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The nights have been in the 50's, the days less humid this past week- except for an aberrant day now and again, usually at the whip-end of some tropical storm along the southern coastline somewhere that makes its unwelcome way up here into Pennsylvania- but for the most part, it's become MUCH more livable.
I look forward to fall each year, more and more. You'd think that wouldn't be so, the connection between fall and one's later years, but I have to tell you, I'm enjoying my later years immensely. I feel I'm out of whatever race or other I felt I was running in, and now can enjoy the sidelines, and sitting comfortably in a lawn chair, taking it all in, but outside of it. Let the young ones do the strutting and the running after brass rings of every imaginable sort- all I want is peaceful quiet and the time to ruminate on things, catch all the nuances-- analyze and savor slowly.
Fall is golden, but so gently so, buffed by life. I truly enjoy this time of year- fall into winter. The quiet months. The crispness. The time to get lost in thought. The muting of chaos, just a bit-- enough to find peace of mind.
September 3, 2007~ 7:40pm
I have to say that over the years I have observed a very prounounced snobbery about the French. (Oh, the British probably CREATED snobbery, lol...but with such campy exaggeration that it comes across as self-parodying and therefore funny.) The French variety however, is overweeingly condescending and haughty-- period. So you can imagine my delight when this showed up in my emailbox (prettified to "gif" for this blog)- and it made me laugh out loud.
September 4, 2007~ 6:30pm
Do you have a 'dark rider'? -- someone, something that pursues you, something that fills you with dread? Something-- perhaps given a small space in your life at one time that you wish you hadn't-- but now it's out there and it knows your name? This is the stuff nightmares are made of, and it's important to give some sort of look to it-- some 'form'.
Usually it's a person.
But it could be a circumstance, or a memory of something you've done........they're all riders. And chances are the way they look to you is entirely different from the way they're projected out there in the sunlight, because the creepiest thing about them is their many guises: they can slip by unnoticed-- and it's only the person who's been touched by their darkness will hear the hooves and will feel the wind of their passing. Even if others think you are misguided...know your rider: know what's under the cloak, for they always have them, and build a good fortress. They hate that.
And they hate the mirror you hold...
It's the one reflective surface shows their reality, and yes- it scares them too. So keep it polished.
September 5, 2007~ 6:30pm
Again- an email that tickled me.
"Two Women Talking In Heaven"
Hi! I'm Sylvia. How'd you die?
~I Froze to Death.
How Horrible!
~It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?
I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.
~So, what happened?
I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.
~Too bad you didn't look in the freezer --- we'd both
still be alive.
(Now that's my idea of a good guffaw- the kind that sneaks up and gooses you while you're puzzling for the punchline. LOL!)
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