Flickering black to white, I dwell in a widdendream of stark opportunity. Lost in a sea supreme of suppositions I never quite fulfill; I walk a razor's edge in this surreality, leaving bloody footprints in my wake.

This winding dream slices through my vernacular leaving my tongue bleeding. A widening dreamscape painted for posterity;
showcasing a syntax of sharpened widdendreams.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Thoughts on a Rainy Day

"You're not making a meal, and I'm about to make dinner!" as I watch Hudson grab sandwich stuff out of the fridge, and I'm about to put on fries and make sloppy joes.

Ok I just put the fries in, and he grabbed a slice of ham to "tide him over".

The really nice breezes blow through my body and into my soul. ~Astrid Alauda

It's about to rain and the breeze is lovely. I'm so happy with our new windows, I am actually able to open them and let in the breeze! I always had horrible thoughts at night as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, about the house being on fire and us trapped inside because the windows don't open. Scary.

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while. ~Kin Hubbard

That quote cracks me up mainly because it's so true. I can't count the number of conversations I've had that started out talking about the weather in some way. Hot and humid summers, cold snaps, unnaturally warm for the winter, crazy snow - etc. I bet there are better ways of starting a conversation, let's think of better ways and comment them! I'll add them to the blog with your name.

"How's it going?" - Randy my hubby
"Hi, I'm Hudson and I don't want to talk about the weather today." - Hudson
"What's going on, dog?" - Josiah
"What was the highlight of your day?" - Something my host in Cyprus always asked.

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