Didja miss me?

Sorry about that -- things happen. 

Dad Report: Haven't been able to reach Dad for two days.  If the phone doesn't get picked up tomorrow - I guess I will call his nurse to check the phone.  It definitely throws me off a bit when I don't talk to him.  There's a grounding that happens (apparently). I hope he's just been out and about with the family or something.







So I had my meeting with Hobbs. I am waiting for the final word; it went well and I have a good idea of what they will order.  I just don't know quantity and I am trying not to count chickens and all that rot.

Work was pretty productive and busy today.  I like when that happens. 




I found a poem I had wrote when I was weeding my past.  I am not sure exactly when I wrote it.

You are my Heroin
Sleeping snatches,
Nodding off to life.

You are my LSD
Psychedelic orgasms,
fireworks under my skin.

You are my Cocaine
Conversational sensations,
up, up, up, up, up, up.

You are my Methamphetamine
Grainey, gritting,
grinding, great.

You are my Salvia
Close to salvation,
a fast trip to the dark side.

You are my Marijuana
Filtered under sheets,
stoned on agony.

You are my drug
My addiction.

You are in my bloodstream
              in my veins
              in my vision
              in my brain

Cascading through my body
Coming up under my flesh
Burning, bleeding, bruising
Coming up my garden of pain.

You are my soothing salve.  My Dopamine. My love.






Random Photo of the Day:


That's Mr. Obama, before he became President Obama.  I understood a little more about my Mom's sadness over missing Bobby Kennedy speak, when I saw Obama that night.  Feeling the movement of the country -- the energy of true change and greatness.  For all the stuff I don't agree with, or wish was different in his acts as President, I still believe in him-- still know there was change which happened.  It just happens much slower than we would like it to.






A final word:
There's something awful in University Park, PA, however.  I have a sense that the whole scandal is just the very tip of something much worse.  For the things that happened there to have happened -- for so many years, with so many kids -- and for no one to stop it.  Well, that says something pretty awful about the whole lot of them.  University people, the charity people, the general population in that community... who was watching out for the kids? Wasn't anyone paying attention?