Buckets of Confusion....................

Another rendition of Freaky Friday perhaps:


The CAT is asleep in the dog bed,
The DOG is asleep in my bed.

I'll never be 28 in Wisconsin in August ever again. I'm finding this a peculiar notion. This is life however and you would think at 28 I would understand this.

Today......................

I AM moved by this..................

" It's ironic, really. All my pleasures are home ones: armchair splendor, the sedate excitements of domesticity. All I ask for are humble delights. A mystery novel in bed, the smell of Clare's long red-gold hair damp from washing, a postcard from a friend on vacation, cream dispersing into coffee, the softness of the skin under Clare's breast, the symmetry of grocery bags sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to be unpacked. I love meandering through the stacks at the library after the patrons have gone home, lightly touching the spines of the books. These are the things that can pierce me with longing when I am displaced from them by Time's whim." ~ from The Time Traveler's Wife

..............................and I wonder? What is my delight?

I Am

Not where I thought I'd be.
But I am not lost.

I AM...........

Delirious.

Divulging.

Descending on disaster.
Pending.
Stale.
Stalled.

Stagnate.

Girl IN NEED of:

Chrome and Steel.
Blacktop and Yellow lines.
Inspiration.
Creation.