For Emily

Diet Cola to the right, under the most pathetic bedside lamp.  Feet propped and crossed delicately on a lumpy pillow.  Heart burn doing its thing, and I’m hankering for a baked brie. My blog is being so patient, bless its heart. Pictures loaded, and the only words I  have are for you.

It’s lonely, long days, but I like it that way. For now. A Creative genius, with endless ideas.  A real knack for detail and planning. That’s me. Completely parched of energy to participate with much, and I am beginning to look like a fool. Selfish, odd, or maybe even a snob.  Truth is, I love people, family, and color. Shhh, apparently its a secret.  But for now, for today (or even tomorrow) black and white will do. 

You, my lovely, would enjoy my decor. I wish you were here to gawk.  More pictures to come, for those brown eye balls of yours…but let’s trade for your energy please?

A slight picture problem, we all know I have, with albums overflowing with love.  The Giggles, the tears, most often have a camera not far above. I closed my eyes, clicked twice, and the outcome was a delight. Instant picture wall, perfected, in all black and white. With faces always changing, it’s only a matter of days. No, not only one, (or seven) frames will have their new ways. Suddenly with poetic verse, this blog does that here and there. Its odd, strange, and festive, but mine to share.

Just like my picture walls, I’m a tad scattered, but that’s life.  Pinky swear I’ll play catch up with those unforgotten memories.  But for now, for you, this will have to do.  Held over till next time, you will see that we are all well, healthy, and growing up on peanut butter and jam sandwiches. All 5 of us.  

A Sock story

I match socks sitting at the end of our bed, and often find myself feeling sad.  Sorry for the 7 socks, big and small, that never seem to have a mate.  Nod with me in grievance, because I am sure you know them well. In the beginning, my pony tail swished to my working hum as nonchalantly tossed the lone rangers back into the hamper. I wasn’t sad then. Its been 3 years, and my hopes for their search are dwindling. No hair swishing happy tunes here. Still no match. Not a single one. They’ve worn themselves silly on their travels from hamper to machine. *sniff* Here I perch, tear in eye, whispering goodbye.  Snowman black, white pink toed too.  Baby sock 1, 2 and 3.  Blacky-magee, and of course my favourite…Baby blue mini. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.