Moth

You are burning brightly now,
but I can't tell
if you're the moon
or a candle's flame.

Astericks for the end of September

The OSI prompt is kicking my rear at the moment, so you can have a randomy asterisk post from me instead.

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Stuff. I has it. Money. I don't has it. I took a trip to Alamosa to sign the divorce papers and get some stuff and hopefully help Andy find closure. Mostly, I think all it did was make me broke. The divorce is moving along though, for whatever that's worth.

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All my facebook peeps know, but I gotta brag here... My kid got her first ever report card. All A-s and B-s, cause she's brilliant and all.

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Check out my you tube channel at randomerthanaverage. New stuff up there sometime late today or early tomorrow.

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I had plans this weekend but they fell through, so if you wanted to kidnap me and take me to Europe or something, this would be a good weekend for that. Of course, I have to work evenings so it would have to be a short visit, but I'm putting that out there for you just in case you were thinking about it. Disney world might be fun too, or Japan. Never been to Japan.

Getting Lost

You can make a million wrong turns
and still end up where you're going,
if you make enough right ones after.

OSI: Betrayal

The Heart of a Man

So there's this pile of marbles,
and a little boy is gathering
the shiny ones,
and off to the side there's a marble
a different color and shape
from the others,
and he thinks to himself,
"I'll get that one later,"
because his hands are full, you see,
but another boy comes along
and takes just that one.
Only then
does the first boy realize
his mistake.

More OSI HERE

Five on Friday: Songs for Today

No rhyme or reason and no message of any kind. It's just what I'm listening to today. I honestly don't remember if playlist and blogger play nice with facebook so if you don't see the player you can always click through from facebook to the blog, if you're interested.

If you wanna see other five on friday posts you should visit Trav's Thoughts.

One-Sided Things

"...blossom must not ever fly from bee to bee to bee ."

Blossoms and bees, reciprocate,

and if a blossom needs a thing

and the bee refuses,

the blossom won't breed blossoms

for bees.

And that leads

to fields free of flowers

and clouds of hungry bees.

Fields free of flowers,

and clouds of hungry bees,

are pretty much the downfall

of all societies.

A Walk Through My Hood

I'm told this is a mailbox.

I have a thing about the name Hazel. Nice of her to include Jim there.

The morning sun casts things in shadow. The weather was perfect.

Sycamore and a swing set.

The community theater is over that way (according to a sign over there). Some lovely buildings, but that's another walk.

I love the bird feeder/bird cage.

Off in the distance you can see a floral bedecked Saturn.

Blog Your Blessings

It was suggested by Sandy of Writing in Faith that today would be a good day to revive Blog Your Blessings. I am trying hard to get back into blogging and that seems like a fine way to spend a few words. Here are some things I am grateful for.

Jasmine. She's a great kid and I'm not just saying that because she can read this. She just is.

My dog. She's an idiot but I love her to pieces. Who doesn't like to have somebody waiting at home, happy to see them. She makes coming home from work joyful, when it could just be kind of sad.

My family. They demand almost nothing. They call occasionally to see how I am. They are just all around pretty awesome. Who could ask for more. I hope some day to be as supportive of them as they are of me.

9 11 2001

Some days change everything.

Asterisk Post

I'm way too old to be dating. The alternative is just worse. ... but anyway, it's a learning experience.

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I like this house but I can see I'm going to have to get better at nagging the landlord. That's an unhappy thought for me.

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I love the neighborhood I walked through this morning. I need to remember to grab my camera so I can show you all why.

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It's very awesome to be able to make inside jokes with somebody you just met.

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For some reason this post reminds me of the random ones Mags used to do when she moved to the city. That makes me happy.

OSI: weeds

We all know the Nobel winners

and fashion gurus,

the people with big houses

and undented cars,

the celebrities.

I want to know the weeds.

The cure isn't in the rose bed,

but in the undiscovered

patch of wild.

More OSI Here

White Chili

The birds on the wire keep distance,

one from another.

There is no gossiping between them.

The white faces that I pass

carry pained, bland expressions,

and ignore my bright, "hi,"as often as not.

One roofer on a house I pass

calls to another in Spanish that seems

blunted somehow, and though I never

understood it anyway, I tear up.

A little woman, of about five or six years,

wields a bunch of roses at the grocery

and swings it at me playfully,

piercing me with nostalgia.

"Flores," she says.

"Flores," I answer.