Posts Tagged ‘feeling


Weird Stuff Goin’ On Here


*Poof*  So, where was I?  Oh yeah.  Not like a good neighbor, I was down in my dungeon the other day with an empty plate sitting next to me on my bed.  I was trying to make some progress with my latest writing project when something made my butt shift.  The sound of the plate shattering on the hard floor at my feet stuck with me for a long while.  It was both harmonious and haunting.  I quickly thought of people breaking plates at a wedding.  What was that for, again?  Scaring off evil spirits?  Am I supposed to shout something like “Oh-pah!”?  Instead, I kept typing and thinking until I finally got up, got dressed and swept up the mess.

That was rare.  I can’t remember how long it’s been since I broke a plate or glass.

Then, just last night, I was sitting in my dungeon, again, trying to milk my tired brain, fill another page.  I decided to call it a night.  There was another empty plate on my bed.  I picked it up, intending to deliver it to the kitchen.  Some strange feeling came over me like a ghost holding my hand.  My fingers shook.  I blanked out for a second.  The plate slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.  “Again?!” I groaned.  I couldn’t believe it.  Two plates in one weekend.

Is there some superstition attached to this?  Is the number of plates significant?  Does anyone know?  Should I just look it up online?

On top of this weirdness, I’ve been struggling with a bout of spring allergies and what seems to be some sort of head cold affecting different parts of the body, but primarily my nose and throat.  I am fighting a tickle cough and noticing my “alien arm” looking a tad more crooked/curved and painful to stretch.  Yet, I also have more strength and a desire to stretch it.



New package, Same Product, Still Losers


That’s a quote (I think) from Megatron in the second season of Beast Wars.


It randomly comes to mind as I think about the concept of mail, letters, keeping in touch with those we care to converse but can’t quite reach by phone or in person for whatever reason.

I think back to a time when I first learned how to write a letter.  It was a very important matter that came in two varieties.  I wrote my first classmate as a pen pal, and we both laughed as if it was cute.  But, that didn’t last.  I wrote my first business letter and got one of the best surprises of my life.

The years roll by…and I would write letters in high school the way some kids pass notes in class.  No one really appreciated the effort.

More years roll by, and I see something in a magazine about pen pals.  I gave that a try.  And, lucky me, I met a gal who liked to doodle on envelopes the way I did.  We stayed in touch for a while.  But, I started to feel like I was back in grade school, only talking kid stuff and never really connecting with the person on what mattered at my “age.”  I needed more of a persona, mature connection, someone I could sit with and cry about adult matters.  Not a crazed toy and video game fan who only wanted to discuss the latest product as if she was working for the company.  So, I let that go.

Then came the age of the internet, and I learned the ropes of email and online chat.  I’ve approached countless strangers from around the globe and emailed a handful.  That handful comes and goes like the tide.  Faces change…heck, I don’t even get to see faces.  I didn’t see faces when I wrote on paper.  And, I don’t often see faces on the computer screen.  That much hasn’t changed.

But, what HAS changed is how–in this age of quick and easy responses–more time seems to escape me between contacts.  I go longer periods without hearing from someone I like and wonder if they haven’t just floated off into deep space or read something they didn’t care to read and took off like a scared gazelle.  I feel like I am stuck on an island sending out messages in a bottle.  And, how foolish I am to think I could keep speaking with any one who has the guts to respond just once.

Heck, it might even be my own fault sometimes….no, I do my part.  At least, until technology fails me.

How do I end this emotional rant?

How about…

Sincerely, the friend you haven’t met yet,



No BODY Wants to Be Wrong

What’s wrong with a few curves? They just help you become a more WELL-ROUNDED person.

As for me, I’m a tad SQUARE. But, I brighten the room with my creativity and wit. I BRANCH out now and then. Just watch out for my ROUGH edges. They can be a little SHARP and result in CRITICAL injury. With faith and a trustworthy grip, you’ll prove a joyful MATCH and help keep the flame alive.

How do you hug a porcupine? You take a few pokes while disarming him with your charm and humbling honesty.