It’s another three cookies after
lunch day with the cooling
embers of my hot tea.
This is actually a “start-over.”
I wrote about how Linux fonts
were making me go blind and
some other nonsense when
I saw the garage door go up.
Then, her little white car zipped
in the garage. I carried in two
24-packs of water and a few
(She is stocking up for the grand
kids visit next week. I can tell.)
I asked, “Did you have lunch?”
“No, did you?”
“No. How about a burger?”
So, in a flash I had her turkey
burger and my two small beef
burgers going. (Yup, same as
yesterday for me. Fine by me.)
Five minutes a side for me; but
seven or so minutes a side for
her. She likes hers pressed
with a spatula, dead on arrival,
no fat, no surprises, nothing
moving on the plate.
I’m a few dabs of ketchup. She’s
yellow mustard like icing on a
cake. Lovely lunch with my
sweetheart. We talked on and on.
I could tell she wants to run an
errand. She has that look. So, I
told her I’d do the clean up.
She was like a sprinter in the
starting blocks waiting for me to
take my last bite. Bang!
She was gone! I did the dishes,
etc. I looked at what I wrote just
before she returned. Yuck!
That is how I got here today. So,
where am I? Back in Windows.
I felt that my machine with Linux
It was on my mind when I got out
of bed at four this morning. Why
sleep when I can change to a
Are you getting tired of me changing
operating systems? (Well, so am I.
I’m done. I’m staying put. That is it.)
Here is the big one. Almost forgot
to tell you. Earlier when I helped
her unload the car I had this goofy
grin on my face.
She said, “I know why you are
grinning like that.”
“No you don’t,” I said, grinning even
bigger, “See, I shaved.” Got her;
she hadn’t noticed.
She flicked on the hall light. “My
goodness, you did!”
Mid-morning, I stood in front of the
mirror, when I heard the inner me
say, “You need to shave.”
So, I’m happy to report that I am
back. Shaved head and goatee only.
I feel like myself again. It is the little
(And for me the power of EMDR. If
you know EMDR, you know what
I’m talking about.)
It’s Sunday. Lighten up. Do
something for yourself today to
make you feel good about yourself.
God doesn’t make mistakes. He
made you, didn’t He? So, you are
good to go. And you deserve it.
(So… what did you do?)
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)