Soon there will be a TToT…don’t you know…

Good morning. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Intent. Sometimes it manifests as originally conceived and other times it gets hijacked. What do you do then? Run with it baby, run.

It’s all of a Saturday and time to join in the fun of the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop. Hosted by the lovely and magical Kristi of Thankful Me, it appears I was absent the day she invited everyone to Reunion Month. It still being August (I’m hopelessly hoping August can/will last another 6 weeks…) I’m crashing the party.

TF  Quentin Tarantino movies. Who doesn’t love them 😀

TF  For continuing to participate, albeit minimally these last couple of years, in the virtual world. There are so many people I’ve come to know, whose experiences, words of wisdom, creative writing, encourage me.

TF  I’m thankful today is a cloudy day. I was a little afraid to write those words, lol, but it’s true. I have every intention of washing the car today so, since I don’t have shade, cloud cover will do!

TF  Libraries. They are a valuable resource for so many reasons. Access to the internet is a most wonderful thing, but sometimes nothing beats walking around and wandering in a good “old fashioned” brick and mortar library.

TF  Safe travels for family members as they travel the skies and roadways. If you want to read an incredible “damn, that was a close call” story, check out Kristi’s Six Sentence Story. Only you need to click on the link for the full story. And that’s all I’m gonna say!

TF  For co-workers sharing the labors of their garden. Nothing like fresh veggies from the garden 🙂

TF x 2  the Wakefield Doctrine. And Clark, for not only sharing a perspective that has enabled me to make sense of things, of life but also for his example of what the discipline of daily practice and persistence can accomplish.

TF  Kind of a hypo-grat but, thankful that the blood vessel that burst in my eye wasn’t as bad as in the past. Still, damn ugly and weird to have your eye look like it’s bleeding. And why is it always my right eye??

TF  For waking up today. It’s another opportunity. And reminder that any day may be a last opportunity. So what about it? Let’s make it the best day, shall we?…

“Bitch, You Don’t Have a Future”…

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. Come now all you cinephiles! In what film can you hear today’s title spoken? I’ll give you a hint. There’s a 2 in it. Yes! That’s it. Fair warning about the link – not for the sqeamish.

What do you think? I’m thinkin’ I’d like Uma Thurman to play me in the Life of Girlie movie. She’s cool, she’s tough, can take care of herself, delicate, she’s not to be underestimated (but is). And…we never tire of watching her dance with John.

Tell me, why is it, that when we least expect it, lines from movies catch in our brain matter like lint on velcro? I had no idea Kill Bill 2 was on TV last Monday. Channel surfing, I stumbled on it by accident. Had I known it was playing, I would have watched it from the beginning.

It’d already run halfway through by the time I clicked over. Watching the fight scene between Daryl Hannah’s Elle Driver and Uma’s Beatrix Kiddo, well, it was that one line that almost, I said almost, had me sitting at my laptop writing.

There was some reason, made up no doubt, that I decided to do something else. Stupid. Destructive. Stupid. Why, when the opportunity is so rare these days, would I not attempt to write something. Anything! I’ve been in a hole. A black hole. One so deep and wide, it no longer is a hole. It’s everything. And I can’t get out of it.

For awhile, the TToT blog hop was the lifeboat, the life jacket that kept me afloat. Kept me in the game, swinging one more time. Alas, even that has been left by the side of the road, a crumpled paper bag weighted by the discards of a dulling imagination.

Along comes Six Sentence Thursday,another buoy bobbing up and down in the bottomless darkness. Hosted  by our very own Ivywalker, it was an enjoyable challenge the 2 or 3? times I particpated. And here I sit. Wednesday night wondering why I cannot think of 6 simple sentences for this week’s word …*sigh*

Perfect” she said, her voice as silky as the garment in her hand. I’ll take it and, if you please, wrap it in the lilac tissue paper and tie the bow…. like this – she took the spool of satin from the young shopkeeper and confidently began to weave a bow in an elaborately intricate design. Gently reaching to take the half tied bow out of her hands, hoping to be able to complete what she had started, he asked, “for someone special?” Eyes gleaming, she shook her head.

Pushing open the creaky front door of her favorite vintage shop, one of many eclectic, small businesses lining this quaint, cobblestoned alley, she stepped out into the October afternoon face turned up to an autumn sun ablaze in a cloudless sky, the air so crisp, so clear, she couldn’t inhale it deeply enough. She walked deliberately, slowly, the hint of a smile creasing her face as she mentally marked this day, the day she was brought into the world, and all things considered, found it most fitting that today would also mark the day she left it… 


Edging closer to…..

What? The life you’ve been dreaming about for….the last 50 fucking years?  What’s up with that?!  Now that we’ve moved on from the topical shit let’s get back to the real nitty gritty.  My nitty gritty.  Why the hell not?  Am I writing this for a readership.  Hell no!  What readership?!  I don’t see no stinkin’ readership. (sorry, my friends don’t count as “regular readership”.  but keep writing guys ‘cuz I sure need the encouragement).

Where was I in this rambling, rapier rampage of revolt….. Whew!  I’m tired now. That took a lot out of me.  That and having my resident roger* talking to me while I write.  Gee, I guess I am going to have to stop now.  It’s either that or stop the roger in the midst of talking.  Not an easy feat as some of us well know.  (we luv ya but when you have diarrhea of the mouth, as mom used to say, well I have to all but put a fork in my head)

Speaking of being “done”.  Isn’t that something.  Sitting down in a blurry of a hurry with that fleeting scottian edge I spoke of over at the Wakefield Doctrine earlier this morning, I now find myself loosing something.  But am I loosing it or is it being drained?  There is a difference.…I…am……g  the e…n….er…………………  H-a-v-e  to get back….u..up.  A song has been thrust into my oratory orafice and destroying my train of thought.(where the hell is the conductor!)  

This video.  Tell me it is not a perfect theme song for rogers? LOL

Now here’s a clarklike take of the Isley’s song in that most memorable Kill Bill series….and a rather appropriate ending for this Girlie today.

* “definition” of these luvable lugs over at the Wakefield Doctrine