Baby Junkies either jump ship and learn to swim a clean life, or they drown in the syrupy tides of the Netherworld, gulping their last, pharma-contaminated breath. Continue reading Baby Junkie
Category: September 2014
Friends and Foes of Dirty Dina
What ever you do ~ don’t say the paper mill stinks! Don’t say the water is polluted! Hold it in – Hold your nose! Continue reading Friends and Foes of Dirty Dina
Turn Turn Turn
My mind was in a wrestling match with itself. There’s never a winner.
I find solace in these lyrics.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
Unbroken
we suffered a loss today at avellanas. many hands went to work to keep Randy with us but God had a different plan. we live and learn. we pray for his wife to find comfort.
Today is Sunday. In a few hours, I will congregate with friends, on the second floor of the Tiki, and hear about the Word. I will have a panoramic view of the ocean. Mother, Mother Ocean. I will have one ear tuned and one eye glued ~ to the swell.
Last Friday, my husband and I became part of a rescue. Randy, was a great surfer, a life long New England fisherman and a friend of the ocean. But it all turned on him and in ~ what seemed ~ a very long ~ instant. He was gone. Continue reading Unbroken
Lats
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: modern Latin, from musculus latissimus dorsi, literally ‘broadest muscle of the back.’
I like this photo. Not because the waves is huge and surfer is in the “money shot”, but because of his muscles. I admire how his lats are stressed and defined. Surfers have great bodies. Continue reading Lats
Holy Higher Power
Did I hear you use the Lord’s name in vain? You son of a sheep dog.
Don’t you know, there are Sisters of the Square Chairs present.
Their newly Virginized ears are scorched, by your heathen language.
Yes, we were once dregs and sluts, but now we are of the non-denominational, New Order of the – No, Alcohol was not our Problem, Joy Club. Continue reading Holy Higher Power
Three Funerals and a Wedding
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
Low Expectations
Do you see those wires crossing, above my house, and ruining my picture? I hate helter-skelter wires, stretched across my skylines. Don’t people know they can go under the ground? The local electric company just put in mammoth poles, beginning on the corner to my left. Yes, those are my toes.
I’ve decided to lay down: to take a pedestrian stance.
And why not? Expectations are just a fight in the making. A fight, with others that could care less. And what’s worse, a fight with myself. I never win either one, so I surrender.
I prefer a benign existence. Continue reading Low Expectations
Fish Eye Farm 