For Ginny ~ My Other Mother

Eyes closed, I listen to the waves softly kiss the shore. A gentle breeze floats off the Atlantic—the briny scent soothes my soul. As I watch the gulls swoop and dive, across the continent a small craft sets sail from Dana Point. On board? My second family. The one I adopted when life got crazy in my own home.

"There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

I imagine them mooring for a short ceremony. I feel the pull of a lifetime connection and know we're in sync. The tears that have threatened for the past 6 soul-crushing months finally flow. Heaving sobs of grief and sorrow and sadness and for an instant I know I've never felt so alone in my entire life.

"The first and final thing you have to do in this world
is to last it and not be smashed by it."

News of her death came Friday. Each passing day brought memories—the happy, the sad, the unexpected—cascading one over the next in a never-ending loop that I could not stop. Sitting on the east coast as the ceremony ended on the west, the cycling finally came to an end. I knew her ashes had been scattered to the four directions.

And I felt at peace.

"It is good to have an end to journey toward;
but it is the journey that matters,
in the end."

Rest in peace, Ginny. Thank you for returning my love & providing shelter from the storm.

*All quotes are from Ernest Hemingway—her favorite author.

Happy Birthday Goofball! (Father. Husband. Writer. Blah. Blah. Blah.)

This blog has a crush on a couple of blogs. As a Piscean blog, that's not unusual. That it has a crush on a male Taurean blog is not at all surprising. While it's nurturing, kind, and determined Taurean characteristics shine, it is its constant state of tumescence that's the real draw for female blogs in the know.

Its posts are always often laced with double-entendres. It's easy to visualize it doing its best impression of Hawkeye doing his silliest impression of the Groucho Marx eyebrow waggle.

If all that weren't enough, that blog's obsession with meat is the stuff of legends. It also has an unhealthy a quirky fixation on baseball manifesting in a self-proclaimed holiday on opening day of the Mets home season.

Sometimes my blog regrets falling for a married blog. Sure, this blog is also married, but it's the Piscean nature to be both completely faithful and a bit flirtatious. Besides, that blog just begs to have its ears nibbled. Honest. Check out the comments section if you don't believe what you're reading.

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Eek! Blog fugue-state!

I hate when the blog takes over. It's disturbing, isn't it?

More disturbing is I'm posting two days in a row. I hadn't planned this. Last night I dreamed it was Always Home & Uncool's birthday today. The dream was so vivid I had to pass it along. Not the whole sordid dream, just the part about Kevin having a birthday. Guess what? It is in fact Kevin's birthday today! Score one for dreams.

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Here was the place I was going to wish Kevin a very happy birthday and tell you exactly what he'd love for his birthday. I went over to grab a link and learned his daughter's JM has flared up again. He's currently in Chicago while Thing 1 undergoes a battery of tests to determine what's causing the flare.

Please go visit Kevin, wish him a happy birthday, and read what he's written today. His post is far more eloquent than what I'd plan to tell you.

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