Accident & Emergency

'If we are A&E, then I think you are kinda more accident prone and I have more emergencies.'

(Don't worry--we're fine. More than fine, actually, we're celebrating Thanksgiving!!!!)one

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

Where I Go

I hear a voice say, 'You asked me once, where I go.' The voice, she continues. 'This is where I go.'

The hill slopes down from a ring of oak trees where cloth tents are nestled on the even ground. A natural patch of trees upon a hilltop, overlooking a field, overlooking a lake (it is hidden from my sight by the tall grass, and eclisped by the great red-brown boulder I am heading towards), overlooking the valley which slopes back up into hills covered in oak trees. This is the place where my soul is truly happy.

This place is a neverland, a meditative happy place, but this place is neither of those things. This field with its trees looking over, its boulder my home in the center, this is where I was truly happy. This place is a memory of where I once was as I planned to be in my happiest days, and it is where I return to when I am my most lonely.

The contrast between the joy of the wind across the tops of the grasses and the breathlessness of my being inside. They are interconnected. They are never without one another. I am never without the other in the reflection of tears, of water droplets, of rainy puddle days.

Dude, One a Day

Today, I'm just gonna go uncatergorized. I can't even remember which day it is with all the buzzing going on in my head.

When In Doubt

New Thanksgiving/Work mantra:

"Yams! Turkey! Pumpkin pies! Oh my! Yams! Turkey! Pumpkin pies! Oh my!"

Thanks for the inspiration, DS.

Hereditary Laughter

My g'ma has narcalepsy and it gets triggered by laughter: when something strikes her as really funny, she passes out. Some would consider this an unfortunate turn of events, given that her four children have an uncanny ability to tell a funny story and put her to sleep.

My memories of the family gathered as a young child (the oldest girl granddaughter I was usually alone and hanging out with the adults) was of someone telling a story that was obviously so funny they could barely contain their own laughter and then someone saying 'Oh, catch Mom!' or 'Catch, Grandma, quick!' as she tried to fight off the sleep and, ultimately, slumped in her chair. That said, she does wake up pretty quick and the laughter doesn't miss a beat.

Remembering just makes me miss her more. Thanksgiving is this week and ever year she hosts the epic feast in her living room turned restuarant come Turkey Day. When I missed Thanksgiving one year because I was living abroad before, she said she'd kill me if I ever missed it again. Thankfully, she's understanding this year, and as an honor to her, my living room too will become a banquet hall and, who knows, maybe it'll be a night where we all fall over in laughter.