"You're having a bad dream!" Kelly's voice out of the blackness, again "you're Having a BAD DREAM!" I kick the door again throwing the devilish bastard off balance again! Then I awake panting like I've been in a fight, tension, visions, terror! WTF! Awake now I think, what kind of demented shit was THAT?! Damn! Strapped down in a hospital bed next to a wall, in a room by myself with a double door to the outside?! Thru the little pair of windows I can see a shape, a figure, man or woman ducking behind a giant saguaro cactus amidst a desert scene out of some old cowboy movie...WTF is right! He's coming to do something and I don't know what, but my brain, on it's own now not held down by mere consciousness, is busy with kicking the door shut in his/her/it's face as he/she/it tries to get through. I kick again and again and yell at the phantom for all the reality of this nightmarish dreamland. Damn! WTF is right!?
Up to a pleasant, cool and quiet morning, no sounds of rain on the roof, no nightmare will get ME! Off to blog it into word-stuff and entertain my dear readers if there are any left. It's been a long blight this time, months in actuality. Too much, too fast for words that take time to type and explain the meaning of. A break, a vacation was taken. Needed.
So my son, Red, has moved bodily to Texas. Now that is a MOVE for a man-child (He's almost 50 after all) and has now disconnected from California for the first time in his life. Permanently I suspect. Don't all Californians who move out-of-state KNOW they are coming back one day? Sure they do. It's harder to come back that it is to leave, a truth. Texas is exciting though, he's got a new job in a new place, living in a new town, under new circumstances. Exciting no matter where it is. That effect is part of Kelly and my own sense of adventure. The newness. The awareness of one's freedom to experience joy in another scene from the Movie Of Life. As good as that is, coming Home is always good too, never spoiled by the "somewhere else".
Of all my children Red was the one I figured would never leave, and now he has. That leaves Rosie and Aim to hold down the fort, certainly an able pair. All the others live away from the state of their birth. We are now represented in Arizona, South Carolina and Texas. Grandchildren, yes, we have a few. A step-grandchild and Great Grandchild in Oregon, another GC in Texas now about to go somewhere else for the winter like Michigan I think, or Alaska (Brrrrr for both!" A Jordan in University in California, Kaylee in nearby California wearing many hats, many occupations, much busy-ness, a Lute in there somewhere running wild!
Off to get another cafe espresso. See you later!
Up to a pleasant, cool and quiet morning, no sounds of rain on the roof, no nightmare will get ME! Off to blog it into word-stuff and entertain my dear readers if there are any left. It's been a long blight this time, months in actuality. Too much, too fast for words that take time to type and explain the meaning of. A break, a vacation was taken. Needed.
So my son, Red, has moved bodily to Texas. Now that is a MOVE for a man-child (He's almost 50 after all) and has now disconnected from California for the first time in his life. Permanently I suspect. Don't all Californians who move out-of-state KNOW they are coming back one day? Sure they do. It's harder to come back that it is to leave, a truth. Texas is exciting though, he's got a new job in a new place, living in a new town, under new circumstances. Exciting no matter where it is. That effect is part of Kelly and my own sense of adventure. The newness. The awareness of one's freedom to experience joy in another scene from the Movie Of Life. As good as that is, coming Home is always good too, never spoiled by the "somewhere else".
Of all my children Red was the one I figured would never leave, and now he has. That leaves Rosie and Aim to hold down the fort, certainly an able pair. All the others live away from the state of their birth. We are now represented in Arizona, South Carolina and Texas. Grandchildren, yes, we have a few. A step-grandchild and Great Grandchild in Oregon, another GC in Texas now about to go somewhere else for the winter like Michigan I think, or Alaska (Brrrrr for both!" A Jordan in University in California, Kaylee in nearby California wearing many hats, many occupations, much busy-ness, a Lute in there somewhere running wild!
Off to get another cafe espresso. See you later!
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