Last night I was in a incredibly visual dream.
I was walking with a pair of friends down a path. We had to get to the goal, I don’t know what was at the end of the road, but my friends were in a hurry to get there. I had my friend from a job I had in the past who had to be Mr. commencement speaker, he had to be the best, but was miserable in life. I was also with a female friend who was lost in relationships, family and life.
We walked down the path for hours and finally came to a fork in the path with three exits.
We had to cross a bridge across a abyss that seemed to go to the devil himself. Once we crossed the bridge we would be presented with a path to chose.
The path that we were on turned into a winding and narrow path that seemed to go on forever away from our goal. The other two disappeared out of sight one to the left,covered with brush and brambles barely passable and one to the right the other covered with dirt with the sound of rain and thunder yet closer to our goal. Read more…
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I have plenty to talk about as well as the second chapter of the Island.
Hopefully I can get to them tonight.
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I’ve been working on the house a lot and it’s almost finished. I’m really proud of the work and the handyness that I have discovered in me. Maybe it was latent in me and I just had to do it on my own. Maybe it wasn’t my hands doing the handy stuff.
Maybe it was Patricks.
Never the less, I’ve reached the point of what is done is done, and what can’t be done won’t be. Read more…
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John was a hearty boy. He filled out his bib overalls and had a little top over the sides. He loved to eat. Every morning , before the sun would rise, John would start with a stack of flapjacks, three eggs, a pound of bacon, a plate of hash browns and a bowl of grits.
Which would satisfy him till noon.
As he normally got finished with his chores he headed into town for his second breakfast at the Cracked Egg Diner.
As he walked in the door the cry went out.
“Maurice, kill a whole pig, lathering em up with sauce and kill 6 baby chickens while you’re at it.”
“Hello Doreen,” he would reply to the woman of his dreams as he sat at the counter.
She would look back at him with her red hair, bloodshot eyes and a body that ten years ago won her beauty pagents. Now, she was divorced, squirting out two kids that she worked two jobs to support.
“Hello, John anything but the usual?”
“No Mamm not at all,” he said as she brought forth two glasses of whole milk. He downed one while glaring down her dress. The “uniform” was not really uniform and no matter how many times she washed that red and white tablecloth looking dress, she could never get the stains out.
“So how’s the crop looking this year” she said while making small talk?
“Well daddy says as long as we gets the rain we need without the hail we’ll be smiling at the end of the year. But as long as that damned run for the hills Ron don’t be calling up no ‘naders.”
‘Amen to that,’ a couple of men around the bar echoed. ‘We don’t need no hail or ‘naders.
As Doreen went back into the kitchen to pick up some orders a couple of the old men sipping coffee at the front of the diner looked around and then motioned to John.
“When are you going to ask her out John?”
John blushed crimson and put his head down where his third chin hit his chest. He said nothing.
Doreen walked through the doors from the kitchen bringing the pound of bacon and six eggs with gravy on top.
“You eat up hearty son,” she said as she slid another glass of milk in front of him.
“Yes M’amm I will,” John said as he started shovelling down the food.
“And you two busybodies, get back to drinking your coffee. Mind your own beeswax,” Doreen said as she started cleaning the counter that was clean only minutes ago.
As she started to wipe the counter down in a circular path John’s eye glanced at hers for a moment. A small smile crept out of the right side of her mouth.
He looked at her as her lean over the counter was more deliberate, more sensual. He was given a glimpse of what the Lord had given her
And John started to turn red and he collapsed to the floor.
Doreen screamed and Blake came out of the back starting CPR. Doreen kept screaming as the ambulance came up and followed with John in the vehicle.
What happens next, you’ll never believe…
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Well tonight Jo and I went to see Brian Regan at the Civic Center.
Funny guy but was more impressed with the opening act Kermit Apio!
Jo and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings cause I was craving buffalo wings and I’ve been good on my diet that I started after the surgery.
We came home and watched the new Burn Notice and decided that Saturday we’d clean the garage and I’d spend 3 hours doing nothing but writing.
I miss writing, but I have been working on some projects and spending more time thinking and writing stuff that I don’t want anyone to read.
The sites on my stomach are getting better I just need to give them more time. I heal fast, but I’m so damn impatient.
Still waiting for my “revised” passport to show up. Still surprised when I sent a New York birth certificate that they would put Lubbock, TX as my birthplace. Hell, I love this place but sheesh.
Hoping my friends are doing well. I’ve been lurking around, busy at work, my busy time of year preparing for my major event. Then I get to go to Ireland.
I think the hard work will pay off.
Until tomorrow,
sd
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