….timidly and not without a modicum of apprehension, she reaches for her laptop. Little did she know the Messenger Bag mailed to her 2 years prior was in itself a message. A portent of what was to come….it’s light yellowish tan canvas body was trimmed with brown leather. It’s strap reinforced with a strip of the aforesesaid leather. No doubt reinforcement to allow for the heaviness that may one day hang upon her shoulders…And so it was, less than 2 weeks later, from a totally different source, a box arrived via the mail. It was a laptop. This laptop. And so began a challenge, a self challenge…a journey, a self journey…
I sit in front of this screen for the 2nd go around. Believe it or not “being on vacation” doesn’t always allow for the “me time” we think we’re going to have, create, enjoy. This is my last official day away. Tomorrow I return to Virginia, leaving family and the homeland in the rear view mirror.
6:06 am is the time and it’s still dark. I want it to stay dark while I write. Try to write. The solitary din of a quiet house, windows wrapped in the dwindling night suits my mood. I continue to tap,tap, tap these keys wondering what the hell will come of it. Anything? I’m beginning to feel like Tom Fearing in the Blogdominion serial story.
I awakened this morning, ripping through sticky cobwebs of sickness that had enveloped me while I slept, wrapping me tightly. (The chest never lies.) I got out of bed in the Room of Re-Direction, feeling as if, no – knowing, I’m starting all over. Oh, it’s been pretty obvious since October 23, 2013 that there was a “starting” over but, like Tom Fearing, this “starting over” is virtual. If I succeed in the virtual world, will that success carry over to IRL?
I sit facing west, a large bay window at 1 o’clock. To my immediate left and due 9 o’clock are French doors, and to my right (yup – 3 o’clock) another, smaller bay window. Dawn is breaking. Fog leaks into the forest, seeping into the morning, winding, wafting, bending through mostly pine trees….a forest to the left, straight ahead….
“…yo! Girlie! you’re not seeing the forest for the trees are ya?!!”
“no, man, don’t think that I am, well, that I haven’t. still time isn’t there?”
“ya got today …right here, right now…today is the only day…”
“alright! I get it. but really. starting over… it’s all a mind game, isn’t it?”
It appears I’ve all but disappeared from the internet these past couple of weeks. I’ve missed the 6 Sentence Story Thursdays hosted by the inimitable ivywalker. I’ve come to greatly enjoy contributing to this most marvelous late week blog hop. In the past, I’ve held on by latching my fingers to the other most wonderful of hops, the Ten Things of Thankful, hosted by none other than the Gal About Town who Everyone wants to Know, Lizzi Rogers.
NEWS FLASH! IT’S SATURDAY! WHERE THE HELL IS THE TTOT POST!?
“…Wait. Shouldn’t I be getting ready to head back to Virginia now? Do I have time for this?…”
“…Really?!! You’re going to ask that question? Must be the cold meds, eh?…”
- Family – their generosity, ability to live in the moment and wear fashionable hats (for their damn head)
- Mostly sunny weather for my trip (on the way here. going back? time will tell!)
- That I didn’t get hatefully lost on my trip here when I sleepily took the Garden State in the wrong direction! (So I hadn’t been on the GW Bridge in a while….at least I took the upper level :D)
- New phone and hey, have I ever mentioned I have a Kindle? 😀 lol
- Richard Linklater.
- This laptop.
- the Wakefield Doctrine.
- The Ramones.
- Another day.