It was that kind of day. Overcast. Colder
than normal. I got some things done
and before I knew it, it was after one.
Can’t beat the neighborhood Chinese
spot for their lunch specials. Five dollars
and twenty-five cents. Plus a delicate
bowl of egg drop soup. Working meant I
I was never here for lunch. Home means
I get to go. Going there on-and-off for
about seven years. They haven’t changed.
Consistent. Same waiter. Fresh, simple,
everyday good food. When rice withdrawal
sets in, this is one of my favorites. Years
ago when I was in the Army, I fell in love
with every place I was stationed. Vietnam,
Thailand, Korea, Germany. I would have
lived happily ever after in any one of them.
But it was not to be. So, I guess I’m where
I’m supposed to be. My new bullet journal
is coming along nicely for next week. And,
I went back to my older smaller phone; it
is smart enough for me. More to do; more
to dream. Some desires will come true; and
some dreams will come true. I’m waiting.
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.)