A Modern Shakespeare

Compartments

I identify with serial killers. That they look normal and fit in so well with middle class America does not surprise me. For a while, I thought the way I compartmentalized my life and my thoughts was odd but it turns out that we all do it. The BTK Killer goes to church, Bill Clinton gets a blow job without having sex, an acquaintance kills her grandchild blaming drugs and her errant husband and announcing her pregnancy to the court and I pretend I give a shit each day.

Exhaustion seeps from my pores like six cloves of roasted garlic eaten at lunch. I sleep at night but my dreams feature Russian trains, babies that give me lessons in Zen meditation, a dragon that curls around my ankles and my house in an old oak tree. Between fascinating vignettes, I wake up from bizarre flutterings in my arms, a pulled muscle in my neck and charlie horses trampling up my thighs.

These people down the street from my house keep blocking the sidewalk with their trash cans, branches from their backyard and their annoying existence. Neighbors on the corner keep all of their windows open and yell at each other and their dogs to shut up. I would so love to be able to snap my fingers and poof, they would be gone, never to trouble me again, but I believe in letting people be themselves.

When a cranky old man takes possession of your mind you should do your best to hide it and not parade the fact on the internet for the world to point at you and whisper behind their hands.

Say What? Wednesday

I dragged myself from my car. I repeated over and over again the mantra, “Just place one foot in front of the other for a few steps.”

I hoped a touch of nature would cure the bout of blues that inflicted misery on me and the people around me. I hated the dull fog that settled in my mind. I walked, barely lifting each foot to clear the ground. I raised my head.

The wind tingled through the new born leaves on the trees playing with the brilliant sunshine to create a natural lace of young green contrasted with deep shadows. The trunks stood out against a clear baby blue sky not even burdened with the fluffiest of clouds. Air, so clear and clean that birdsong flew around the park faster than the robins that vocalized the tunes, clarified the colors and cleansed the palate. Lily pads shaded bass, pike and perch that hid from herons that skipped across the surface of the pond, dragging their toes through the ripples and disturbing the ducks and geese resting in the water. The scene conjured an impressionist painting perfectly in focus and crisply drawn; the ideal bucolic setting to revive the senses and lift the hammer of depression pounding down on me.

The knots in my neck loosed themselves; the kinks and tangles smoothed out. I immersed myself in the peace of the afternoon until the fingernail screech of the man who whined and cried into his cell phone careened across the lake and slammed into my psyche. He destroyed my feeble grasp on sanity.

Note to self: Invent a bubble head spell that I can aim at people who talk within my hearing. Make the available air in the spherical space limited.


See my Wordless Wednesday picture at Wings Unfolding.

It's All About Nessa

I got this from Bazza; looked fun. You have eight things to put behind your name like “needs”, “is”, “wants.” You take your name and one of the them like “John is” and Google it. Put the results here.


1. Nessa “needs”…LOL @ Nessa...It's not cool that so many of us have crappy jobs. *giggles* Personally I think everyone with the name of Vanessa or Nessa needs to be crowned ...

2. Nessa “is”…Nessa is a versatile guitarist, composer and performing artist who merges elements of the past and present from classical, flamenco, jazz and funk to create ...

3. Nessa “likes”…♥Nessa. 0 Uploads 0 Articles 50 Likes 0 Comments. nessa hasn't uploaded anything yet! nessa hasn't written any articles yet!

4. Nessa “wamts”…Nessa hisses -- she's his mother, and knows what's best for him. "Mother, you sound jealous," he tells her, and Nessa wants to know where he got a silly ...
5. Nessa “gets”…Nessa gets a party and cries 'cause she wants to.

6. Nessa “says”…Nessa says:. i wish that were so. i have four broad topics: tecnology, the doctor's office, parties, and my daily routine and my prof is going to choose one ...

7. Nessa “does”…Nessa does! Love Craft

8. Nessa “eats”…"Ba 'nessa eats haht dawg and spa gettaaz"

Each of these was the first hit that came up.

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I want to thank you all for your support, kind words, encouragement and funniness. The ice cubes in my Gin and Tonic are giggling hysterically and the lime is dancing in circles. I must go join them.

PS. Gender reassignment before and after photos to follow shortly.