i’m reminded
by a loved one
of the hnt’s that i loved so well
seems years ago now
and i suppose it was years really
since i’ve scrambled
on hump day
to take my photos and find some way to upload them quietly
can’t imagine myself doing it again
though
i’ll never say never to anything except skydiving

i’ve been dealing with some hives of late
nice little red, itchy welts that tend to travel to all various locations on my body
makes me especially attractive, i’m sure
i’m never sure of the exact cause
doctors have said it’s stress
like that is a shocker diagnosis
really
i just need to wait until they go away

i extracted a virtual splinter this week
that was festering not real deep under my skin
but was causing me pain regardless
i can’t begin to explain how good it feels to have it gone
tossed into the fireplace to burn the hell up
feels like a major move forward
for me at least
and that’s all i’ll say about that

i enjoy the quiet i have nearly every day at lunchtime
a short walk down to the cafeteria
with my packed lunch and my bottled water
and a lovely book in tow
i just finished reading a book entitled
“The Ni.ght J.ou.rnal”
lovely book
had me entraced until the last page
was a book about a woman who wrote a journal
that was subsequently published by her daughter
and the lives of all of those written about
plus those who came about later on
made me think a bit about these blogs we write
wondering how my daughters would respond to reading them
or my grandchildren
i would hope they would be adults before they read them
makes me blush at the thought of them reading them before then
but after that?
maybe
just maybe
they’d see
that their mom, grandmother, great-grandmother
really lived
and she breathed in life
and she chased her dreams with a passion
and she fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves
and she planned for her future but paid attention to today
and she believed in love
despite it all
and just perhaps
i could inspire them
to do the same