Archive for December, 2013

The Long Hot Summer

It lasted almost ten years, and though some days were better than others, and some were really bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »

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Happy New Year! ~ December 31

Happy New Year!

May it be glorious and joyful! Read the rest of this entry »

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Practice Makes Perfect ~ December 30

Practice Makes Perfect

And, we’re getting better every day! Read the rest of this entry »

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Are We There Yet? ~ December 29

Are We There Yet?

No, but we’re getting closer! Read the rest of this entry »

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Mewler?… Mewler?… Mewler?

I was dreaming… one of those dreams that felt so real I couldn’t decide if I was asleep or awake. You know, total nonsense, but making sense; vague, but somehow crystal clear; characters straight out of Alice In Wonderland, but they seemed to know every intimate detail about me.

The guy at the head of the table was huge, sitting, but looking like he was standing up at the table, and the knife he held in his left fist had a long, wide, gleaming blade. The fork he was white-knuckling in his right hand was glowing red and looked like a pitch fork, minus the wood handle. Drool hung on his chin and the corners of his lips were specked with wet gray matter.

A bowl sat in front of a guy at the other end of the table; he was dipping a finger into the bowl, then licking it, as his eyes darted from me to the big guy. He made a pitiful mewling sound, then lifted the bowl to his face and began licking it clean.

It was an odd looking bowl; pinkish in color, a smooth, round, bottom, and a ring of what appeared to be gray hair around the top of it. When the bowl was thoroughly cleaned, the mewler—he was good-looking in a Clark Kent sort of way; smaller and obviously more mild-mannered than the guy at the other end of the table—put it in front of me and gave me a knowing wink.

Letters began to appear on his shirt one at a time and I watched in rapt fascination as they spelled out S-H-O-U-L-D-H-A-V-E-S. I had a vague sense of what the words meant, but, strangely, the discerning seemed to emanate from my chest rather than my head. I felt strangely light-headed, as I slowly turned toward the big guy at the other end of the table.

My heart cried out as letters appeared on his stained shirt, spelling out, W-H-A-T-I-F-S, the ache in my chest like a vise, as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

Mewler whined from his end of the table, “Is that all there is?” 

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I’m Gonna Be Okay! ~ December 28

I’m Gonna Be Okay!

How about you? Read the rest of this entry »

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Giving Up Is Not Being Patient ~ December 27

Giving Up Is Not Being Patient

It’s giving up! Read the rest of this entry »

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For Best Results ~ December 26

For Best Results

Plant in good soil Read the rest of this entry »

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Fall On Your Knees ~ December 25

Fall On Your Knees

Oh, hear the angel voices Read the rest of this entry »

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Wow! ~ December 24

Wow!

I can’t say it enough Read the rest of this entry »

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