Monday, January 9, 2012

TERRIFIED

Lonely, lost, empty days. too devastated to take myself away. Like my brother, I never expected to end up alone. and I do mean alone. no one for backup.
there are some nice people showing up. offering help or aid. very unexpected.
I'm too old to get a dog, even a used doggy who needs a new owner. I couldn't care for it. and then tey sicken and die, no, never again. I've had enough death.
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Friday, December 30, 2011

EMPTYNESS AND FOREVER NOTHING

My husband died Tuesday afternoon. After a two year illness. He had ALS. Worse than cancer. with cancer, there is a chance. ALS----nothing. You watch them diminish. Fade away, losing everything there were. Ending up in a bed, incapacitated in every way. I sat by him, seeing his breath become slower and slower, becoming more pale and cold. as the blood drained into his body. Lying there, gone from me forever.
It was bad, when I first lost my Mother. Then my Dad. Really I cried for ten years. I couldn't get past my grief. After ten years, I managed it. Now, this grief, I will have until I die. No matter how long I live. I probably only have 5-7 years at best anyway. And I have no idea how I will manage to survive them. I not only lost Dale, I literally lost everything.
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Sunday, December 25, 2011

UNEXPECTED

this a page from a 2007 journal. I still had positive thoughts, hopes and small dreams.
those are all gone now. no hopes,. no dreams, no wishes, fantasy is only a child's game. I developed it late, and had it destroyed early.
life is like that
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

IMMATURE---

Men, never grow up. they stop at whatever age they have their first sex experience. then spend the rest of their lives trying to recreate it. sorry guys. there is only one first kiss. a single tingle. the rest are only shadows, pale memories.
you are only chasing yesterday. but, it is dead and gone. the memories are ashes. you only get that sweetness once.
same for women. there is no prince charming. only a lot of silly boys.
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Monday, December 5, 2011

GOOD GRIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why do they think more intricate the better? stumps me. simplicity is a lost situation. tech, tech tech. sounds like some kind of clock, marking time.
r u 2 tec? yes, u r 2 tec. makes you stupid and illiterate. you will never be able to read any of the deep and beautiful classics.
My brother has a grand daughter who writes to me in 'text'. I reply in educated literate English.
maybe we will both learn something.
What is more hilarious, the young people have discovered the convenience of an old typewriter. HAH!
And, film cameras!!! a positive hoot. hoo hah. maybe the original model T" or A Ford will make a come back. well, it did get good gas mileage.
TOOT-TOOT.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011

NAME TRICK

i KNOW, i WAS THROUGH WITH BLOGGING. EVERYBODY THINKS facebook IS THE BIG DEAL NOW.
well, sink that ship. it's all bogus anyway. it's an ocean rich for I.D. theft phishers. people are dumb enough to fall for it. in fact the entire 'net, is an open season on all of us.
actually, that's not the subject I wanted to mention.
I've been intriged by the name of an actress(ok;female-actor) on NCIS, Cote d Pablo.
I know some Spanish, a bit of French, and a touch of Latin. Probaly a lot of you, already have worked out the translation. Her name is such a clever play on words. I quite appreciated her humour. As you can see, I waited a while to track it down, because the joke, was neat.
here's what I came up with, if someone else has a different idea, maybe I'll find out.
Cote d Pablo='rib' of Pablo, i.e.-child of Family Pablo. really subtle. makes me laugh.
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Monday, August 1, 2011

THE MILL IS ON FIRE

And that is as bad as it gets. But, this time there is no rebuilding. No more time for insurance. No way or anymore left. It's all spent. It's all gone. the people have gone other ways, down other paths. Even the house is empty, no dog either. only rooms full of bleak emptiness. photos are only shadows of memories.
the only companions are tears and sorrows and loneliness.
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