I try to avoid parking lots by all costs. Parking lots have got bad news written all over them, so I just try to stay away. They are a pain in the butt too. Here are my reasons and pet peeves about parking lots: They are one of the most accident prone places. Whenever I am in a parking lot I feel like some body is going to come whipping around the corner and smash into me. I never feel safe, and I get really paranoid. ...
I climb the stairs As doors close with a hiss behind Thousands of eyes watching Walking down death row Calmly I sit down in a chair Images rush past me People walking away forever Never aware of me watching Silently I put my hand against glass Cold and warm from other days Everything rocks back and worth People whisper, cry, laugh Quietly I look down beside me A little girl sits there Lollipop to big for her small mouth She licks relentlessly at it Noisily I hear everything at that moment Two rows up a baby howls, hungry Three rows back a man coughs, dying Across the isle a man and woman fight Angrily I see everything at that moment Five rows back a woman with a black eye Four rows ahead a man without an arm Across and seven rows back a blind man sighs Sadly I sigh too and stare at my hands “My mom says it is rude to stare at people” The little girl looks up at me questioning “Why do you stare at them” she asks Curiously I speak to this girl so much younger than me “Because there is so much to see” I reply “I see nothing” she whines “Look very closely and you see everything” “Everyone tells a story, but your mother is right” Simply I listen to her as I do everyone “Well what’s your story?” “A long and sad one” I reply I don’t see it” she says Confused “I see your story” I say grinning “You like lollipops” She stares blankly at her lollipop and says “No” “My mom gave it to me before she died” Silence bustling People get up and leave the bus She stands alone and waves to me Still sucking “Goodbye” she says I just sit there wondering Calmly
One of my favorite sweets is salt water taffy. It makes my life like nothing else… well except corks. In Calumet Michigan there is a mercantile store where they sell taffy by the bucket. I love this place, I would move in if I could. Just row after row of giant taffy barrels filled with all kinds of flavors of glorious taffy. My favorite flavor has got to be watermelon. ...
Sorry, no time for posts so here is something I wish I was doing instead of piles of homework, rock picking. These are some photos of rocks we found in Lake Superior off the Keewenaw coastline. Very cool agates and such.
This was a dessert I had at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I made him look like a Pac Man. Some how this picture is slighty depressing and at the same time makes me laugh until I cry. If any of you have ever eaten at the buffet at the Bellagio, you know what I am talk about when I say: YOU CAN NEVER LOOK AT FOOD THE SAME AGAIN! ...
This is the beginning of a story I am working on, not sure where it will go if it does go somewhere. I thought it was interesting though and thought I would share this little excerpt. Enjoy. This is the way the heart dies. It dies slowly without a sound. Some people never even notice when it is gone. The person still stands put nothing inside remains. We have nothing left but misery, an empty hole that gapes yawning in its existence. When the clock stops ticking what will you do? Where will you go? ...
There is always a pause Before death finally comes A moment that lingers Between so very different worlds After such labor And such pain When the breathing Becomes so rapid It screeches out Screaming its way Out of your dry mouth Each breath is an effort Like no other As your lungs heave Trying to keep going Knowing you are almost there The race is almost over Your time has come As your eyes Hang open In deep empty sockets That have become As dark as a storm Watching every movement Knowing it will be your last You will ever see Hoping to find an answer To all the questions You still had left Your fingers twitch desperately Try to fix All the things left broken Your skin prickles Trying to feel All that was never known Your legs become restless Trying to run that last Stretch of the race When suddenly you hear it The noise you have been waiting for Dying for inside A soft yet urgent call So you let your muscles loosen And forget about all else There is nothing left to see Nothing left to touch All that is left broken Shall remain that way forever And the race Is finally complete As your breathing slows A smile plays On your cracked lips You know it is time to go Then the world seems to stop Standing on its toes Then the long pause And you are no more
One of my hobbies is making rock pile art. It is a lot of fun but can be frustrating at times. Especially when there is a pack of wild little children Hell bent on knocking them over every time you build a new one! But that isn’t the point. I make rock pile art all over the place. Just spreading a bit of man made beauty. These are some rock piles that I made on my family’s trip down to Las Vegas. Fun idea, not such a success in reality. But hey, we tried it, that has to count for something doesn’t it? We did see some cool things on our way but five people in a R.V. is just not for me. Say what you want but I would much rather go in a car than an R.V.
I love it when I see colors in everything. Here are some random pictures full of vibrant colors.
Just some beautiful things in nature, a spider’s web at Pictured Rocks, and a nice sunset at Estes Park.