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Past Imperfect, Future Indicative

Group Blog Thursday project: Write a letter from your present self to your graduation day self... This isn't so much a letter, but a conversation. A conversation with 1981 me would be a much more effective means of communication. Plus I think I'd be less flowery and poetic and much more direct with myself, if I were to actually meet...myself.

1981 me

So here I am, sitting right behind myself at my high school graduation. I have been given a chance to travel through space and time to visit me, on this day.
And believe it or not, I'm a little nervous!

Hey, psst..... 2009 me kicking the back of 1981 me's plastic folding chair at the graduation ceremony.
Congratulations, graduate.
1981 me turns around and sees someone familiar, kinda like Mom, but not exactly...
and turns right back around.
Great... I'm snubbing myself
( 1981 me is in italics)
Do I know you?
I'm you..2009

You're stoned, and if you are me, what the hell did you do to my hair?

Playin' In

Woke up to skies all graying
Sad song on the radio playing
 Want to roll over and hit snooze
See you tomorrow....

Let's just stay home and cut school
A day to forget about old rules
We'll make our own as we go along...
But we won't have none...
No we won't have none

And it would be lovely
Groovin' like a Sunday
Put aside your cares
For just today

Time for a selfish holiday

We'll build a pillow mansion
A top secret space to crash in
Don't have to tell nobody where
Why would we wanna?...

A do not disturb staycation
Members of the Hiber Nation
Hold all our calls until the Spring
Cuz we've gone dreamin'
Yeah, we've gone dreamin'

And it would be lovely
Groovin' like a Sunday
Put aside your cares
For just today

We're gonna stay inside
And play

And let the world alone today...

Peace - Rene 2009

webcomics courtesy of xkcdinsanely funny stuff

Nocturnal Navigations

This is an oldie but a sweety...and since my daughter is becoming "too cool" for me lately I had to indulge myself with this post...enjoy, but it's all about me right now. :)

There has been a new bedtime routine going on at our place these past few nights. My 9 year old has taken to crawling into bed with her parents. We have to get to the root cause of this.  Gently.

She pads in around midnight, like Mrs. Noah on Ambien, with an ark full of stuffed animals under her arms. I instinctively feel her forehead.
Cool as a cucumber.

"Bud-o, what's the matter"? "I can't sleep, I need to be with you". My husband wakes and groggily asks her if she's sick. "No Daddy, I'm just tired". "Go to bed, then". Fatherly wisdom. She burrows her way between us, with her stuffed menagerie, twining her legs around mine.
Just like that she is off to sleep.

I feel her heart beating, pressed to my side. I hear her slow steady rhythm of sleep. Like a baby…

Doin' Stuff - Portsmouth, NH

The Memorial Bridge, Portsmouth NH I am a geek for bridges and Memorial Bridge is one of my favorites. A Memorial to the Sailors and Soldiers of New Hampshire who participated in the World War 1917-1919, the Memorial Bridge spans the Piscataqua River, bringing US 1 to Badger Island, in Kittery, ME. It is#9 on the America's Most Endangered Historic Places list. A rehabilitation project for the bridge was planned for 2009, but the project has been placed on hold because the winning bid for the contract came in $15 million over budget. Whoops! those were commas? The stalled rehabilitation project together with proposals to demolish and replace the bridge were factors in the inclusion of the bridge on the endangered list. This is a view from the Portsmouth side. 

Constructed between 1920 -1923, the Memorial Bridge is a through truss lift bridge. It is open to vehicles, pedestrians and bicycles. Because of the open-grate decking,cyclists must walk their bikes over the length of the bridge. This…

The Good Girl Blues

May I please?  No, thank you!

A good girl Smiles through Bad news

Step aside Fade away You have No shine You cannot Play

A good girl silently Takes
Words To heart It isn’t the others It’s all  Her fault

A good girl
views herself
As strange
She mourns
The features
She cannot change

She is b rok en She is wrong She does not
 fit She isn’t strong And so she...... fades Into the black Blind to the light Behind her back

Good girls Let the  World Define them Bury Their feelings Deep inside Them

Not worthy Of affection,
What they
Never once
That It’s not  Their fault.

Peace - Rene 2009

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That's a whole lot of saving going on...
And that is somet…