The wind is weird and crazy like Twin Peaks. All of a sudden, since the sun went down. I can hear frogs somewhere fairly close ( Read more... )

From where I sit in room 217, I see shrubs, trees and a mountain side. About a mile or maybe five, my distance estimation is shit, there are two sources of slow, white smoke rising from the green. In the parking lot below a boy teenager sits on top of a white Mazda pick-up truck. He is not particularly interesting or good looking. He's a ( Read more... )

I lie in bed
42, now.

Fireworks outside my bedroom window.
My birthday,
A Sunday night,
A celebration I cannot quite see.
Vaughan climbs into my bed
Bat in hand
Confused and unasleep.

A light show for the masses.

I guess it doesn't get better than this.

I'm glad it rained on my birthday.

I'm surprised LJ hasn't deleted my journal after a year and 2 months of neglect.
I'm happy that it is still here.
Talking to CTuck last weekend, he reminded me that here is still here.

Time.
So little time.

Spent the day home today.
Cleaned closets, laughed at Vaughan climbing through the dog portal, drank wine spritzers with Cinthia and even did my laundry.
I really don't know how stay-at-home-moms do it day in and day out.
Babies are demanding, yo.

That's how long ago I posted ( Read more... )

"Waiting for my turn in the shower." -November 2009 ( Read more... )

Waiting for my turn in the shower. Olive and I hiding in the bedroom, away from the crazador my mom calls a dog ( Read more... )