Today, I took my car to Discount Tire BY APPOINTMENT to have my tires inspected, rotated, and balanced. I even had one replaced, and made plans to return on Friday (after payday) to buy a new spare.
All of that TOTALLY makes up for my having spent the entire morning in pursuit of a satisfactory denouement for an awesome daydream which began as soon as I awoke. Actually, if it weren’t for that appointment (and work this afternoon), I might still be in bed.
HOO-RAY for grown-up things! They really do validate the rest of my pre-teen existence.
Buzzed blogging IS drunk blogging.
So is blogging while under the influence of an intense emotional state, triggered by erratic blood sugar, itself triggered by a week’s worth of negligible eating habits. I’m thoroughly grateful that the meaty-carbtastic dinner I finally ate last night kicked in and knocked me out before I could publish that clustercuss of a draft.
Blog responsibly. 😉
My mother, brothers, and I rode home from the hospital without words the night my father died. Only Stevie Wonder spoke for us. His box set collection served as a soothing soundtrack for a somber ride, “Heaven is 10 Zillion Light Years Away” playing on an unintended loop. The song would end and one of us would inadvertently NEED to hear it again. I never particularly cared for that song, nor in the sentiment of Heaven being so damn far away. When it first started playing I looked up at the stars and willed them to be closer – Heaven is NOT far; Heaven is NOT far; my FATHER is there… But when Stevie got to the line “Can you FEEL it – FEEL His SPIRIT?” Something inside me, and perhaps in us collectively, lurched and ached and resonated with the need to FEEL a SPIRIT. And we let that song play over and over until we finally needed silence again.
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