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Sunday, April 28 2019

Getting a lot of ideas, but don't want to do the project

We had ideas and plans that suddenly came crashing down on an early October morning. She always laughed and said that she thought my mother wouldn't like her but I assured her that she would. I knew her father liked me because we talked all the time and got along well. If he needed something, we were right there. The rest of the family was another story on both sides and we never pursued it until I got sick in 2001.

When our daughter graduated college, Dayna would have been so proud until the day of the graduation party. That turned out to be the reason why my side of the family doesn't talk much anymore and I for one was glad that day ended without nobody in the hospital or jail. I know, by the end of the day, I was taking many a deep breath and hoping things wouldn't get any worse and luckily, they didn't. It wasn't long after that the time came to sort things out, donate a bunch, separate things and close the house. That was a dismal day indeed.

The first thing that came into the house was Dayna's broom and that was the last thing to exit. I consulted with a witch to ensure that the movement of the broom and the use was proper so with it wrapped in a sheet, surrounded by sage and lavender (which was her favorite scent), the broom was carefully taken off the wall where she placed it and wrapped up in the sheet so her magik wouldn't escape. The door was closed that the house empty and now gone.

There hasn't been a lot of inspiration since Dayna died to anything. Some days it's hard to get up and go to the gym even after this length of time. I remember my mother looking over to my father's chair many years after he died and seeing a small tear. I use to ask her what was the matter and she'd just smile and say nothing. I knew that losing him was a very hard hit for her but I never came out and said it. Now, I know just how hard a hit it was.

Maybe one day, I'll find a muse or get inspired to do something again. People have told me in the past that some of the things I did would be hard to top but I usually could find a worthy hopeless case to get behind. Who knows, I may be able to get back to the gym five days a week. That would be impressive not to anyone else but me.

Friday, December 21 2018

I am the Midnight Watchman

Something I wrote a long time ago

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