Friday, December 28, 2007

Sliver

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I nearly died from this sliver which I was able to pull out from under my fingernail with my bare teeth after a swig of homemade whiskey. You can still sorta see the bruise under the nail but it isn't very blood curdling so I kept the chunk of wood, what we call a 'widow maker', for visual aid.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Unruly

This blog lives somewhere in the back of my mind. I live in one corner up near the front, a little place I have cleared in the clutter... mountains bisected by an abyss between. So I don't get around here much. Plus it is cold upstairs, up where my computer sits idle day after day. I do all my internetting on my phone now waiting for the traffic light to change.



AND, if I could do anything to flatten out the crests and valleys of this sine wave I call my life I would and sometimes I mistakenly identify neglect as an act of simplification. Jettison!

Turkey Trot 2007

I am out running but in a greatly reduced capacity. It was such a hard hit injuring my ankle and it has taken me months of prodding my memories to rekindle affection. Now I am nurturing those embers. I run like a coiled spring full of potential energy so that I feel wound around my spine. I run tall, I run with my shoulders back and my lungs wide open. I run as if it would take little more then a fragrant breeze to unfurl me and open my stride until I was running faster even then I run in my dreams. To imagine myself coiled gives me the illusion of control.

Christmas 2007

Tuesday morning the phone rang at 5am with news that our puppy was whelped, one of a litter of two boys and four girls. Just now when life was starting to resemble something serene along comes a riot of puppyness. Just in time. Naturally, pictures will be forthcoming.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Dormancy

For the past month or so I have become a deep sleeping machine. I am an insomniac with a sudden unprecedented bounty of somnolence. I love sleep, I lovelove sleep. I don't know how or why, or even for how long but while I can sleep I am in love with sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Conversely I am much more in love with being awake. Nothing else is as rewarding as one night after another night of awesome sleep, thick and gooey uninterrupted sleep. Not a spartan diet of dairy-free whole foods, not abstinence from coffee or alcohol, not miles and miles of fearsome running, not adequate hydration, not hugs, money or kisses. None of these thing compare to the fountain of awesomeness that it is to be asleep.

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