Heaven and Hell

If there is a heaven or a hell, I have a very workable plan...Go to heaven, but visit hell on the weekends. 

Sunday morning

My precious son is going to be 28 years young this week.  I am so proud of him and me for not screwing him up too badly.

On Death and Breasts

And because I love this life
I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when
From the right breast the mother
Takes it away, in the very next moment
To find in the left one
Its consolation.





    ---Rabindranath Tagore,
            from Gitanjali

Better

Baby steps...some days are better than others. 

Rock Days

The rock is heavy today.

Beware the Porcupine.

After racking my brain for all those handy tips that usually flood my brain, I have come up with this one very handy tip.  Never sit on a porcupine. 
And, I can highly recommend a great hotel in SoHo, NYC.

  The Crosby Street Hotel.  The most quiet hotel I have ever stayed in and in New YORK City. 

There, I did have another good tip in me tonight...(That's what she said).

Hmmm...I have a blog.

I am blogging.  I am blogging because it is there.  Maybe I will have something worthy to say at some point.  We shall see.  Why am I blogging, one may ask.  I think it is similar to the time I asked my mother if I could go down to the front of the church when they were calling forth sinners to be saved, and I was just curious about the trip down there, not about being saved, when she asked if I was sure, and I said yes, and down I went but I don't think I got saved...pretty certain I was not.  I typed in blogspot and this was offered for free and I, foolishly checked that I would agree to give them (Google?) my lifeblood or whatever it was they wanted if they would let me blog.  And, I really didn't even want to blog.  But, here I am blogging.  Maybe I could write about handy tips and such as they occur to me.  Sure as hell hope nobody finds this and reads it.  Egad. When I preview this, I have a feeling I am going to wish I had not started this.  Maybe it will end here...my mother told me to never write anything down I didn't want anyone to read...Alarm bells going off all over the place here.  Okay, I will try to come up with very worthwhile gems of knowledge to share with nobody..??  Blog is not a pretty word...wonder who came up with that...entirely too close to the word booger to be a very likable word.  Inkspot...that would sound nicer.  Blogging also sounds like an appendage that is hanging off of one's person and dragging the ground.  Maybe I should stop this nasty business before it goes any further.