Sinuses, the one thing I regret inheriting from my dad, causes a migraine, the one thing I regret inheriting from my Mom. I inherit so many great things from them, though. Cobbled together OTC remedy thanks to the pricey standard airport shop. The ONE time I don’t bring my Imitrex, natch. I’m all tense and… Continue reading 712 to Midway
SB, I know you’ve been with me lately. I can feel you on more than just the wind. In my mind’s eye, I saw us dancing to Mancini the other day. Send a little love my way, indeed. I always loved the way you used to do your “Motown Dancing.” Odd little nods everywhere. Songs,… Continue reading In Threes, Indeed (another letter to Kevin)
So I had the memorial for Kevin. It went way better than expected, in many ways. Recent songs in my head: I’m enjoying my Contemporary Dance class. Contemplating whether or not to sub ballet for Contemporary or add it to my dance pursuits. Hot Tea during the summer is pretty good. It helps that I’m… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.04
I’m doing well but it still hurts. As always. Writing is hard. I hate putting words to my feelings because it means they’re real. I can’t pretend the loss of him didn’t scar me. But I’ve learned that processing that pain is tricky. Still it needs to be done. Which is why I try to… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.02–Finch Task 1
Another year. As usual, winter doesn’t start until January. Need the rain, natch. Why is it so hard for me to take the time to write unless I put a little pressure on myself? (This time, a task on Finch. I highly recommend the app, btw.) Scored some great booze via a vendor today. I… Continue reading Mostly Narrative Freewriting #14: 2024(!)
It’s one of those days, man. They say the times are changing but I just don’t knowThese things are gone foreverOver a long time ago, oh yeah Pretzel Logic, Steely Dan Live Music Highlights: Devo and The Musical Box. May or may not revisit these in this entry. My holy trinity still remains my holy… Continue reading Mostly Narrative Freewriting #13
Content warning: death, dying with dignity, suicide. Skip this if it’s gonna trigger you, and go watch baby animals or dark memes or whatever’ll boost your dopamine. To be fair, losing Kevin was pretty traumatic, and I find it easiest to process these feelings via writing. We “put animals out of their misery” when living… Continue reading This blog is pretty much just about Kevin, isn’t it?
Superstition, Stevie Wonder, Talking Book Talking Book is one of “those” albums for Kevin and I. Listened to it in Maui. The horn section is the peanut butter to the clavinet’s jelly, and the drums are the bread. “When you believe in things that you don’t understand, then you suffer” counts as one of the… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.14: Keep me in a daydream
Siberian Khatru, Yes, Close To The Edge To me, this song is the prog equivalent to a movie using a “party song” to tie everything up in a neat bow and play until the credits finish rolling. Does this mourning really get easier with time? Apparently so. But then again, other things have popped up… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.13: The mo(u)rning that comes into view
Us and Them, Pink Floyd, The Dark Side of the Moon This is OUR song, really. “All for Us and None for Them” was a motto we’d say sometimes when facing adversity. This song is also still hard to listen to. It doesn’t make me “ugly cry” as much anymore. If I hear it in… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.8: Us And Them