If you've already read Death followed my father home, you heard the story, but I'll recount it again here.
Earlier this week there was a hit-and-run accident outside the Shoe Carnival my dad manages. The driver had already caused a highway accident and was trying to flee the cops. He hit a woman, knocked her forward, then hit her again, dragging her body all the way over to Target.
As you can see, that distance is nothing to sneeze at. My dad left his store to direct traffic around her body. One of his employees had CPR experience and went to the woman to see if he could help. From what I heard, he was sent home early, blood all over his clothes. She was 20 years old.
Yesterday, my dad got a call that a friend he's known since he was a bout 17 had died; my dad was asked to be one of the pallbearers. He was on the phone much of the day, contacting other people to be pallbearers and trying to get his work schedule in order. The family wanted to have the funeral on Monday, but the vault company won't dig on a holiday. Yes, really. Load of tossers.
But I think he's holding up okay:
Little Russ and his first time at a Japanese steakhouse Photo from my dad.
Me, I've been making a lot of bookmarks lately:
Then I got a bunch of orders and made even more
I made an attempt to clean my room:
Naturally, my cat decided this was the perfect time to hop on the bed.
I took Russ through the car wash:
It makes him nervous, so he wanted me to hold his hand.
Went to pick up a pizza; got stopped by this cuteness:
Came right up to my door and hopped up Looks like part golden retriever, part something else I can't identify. Friendly little thing
And my obligatory sunset image:
I'm very picture heavy today
Oh, and I did hear back from that clinic interview - they went with the other person, but were turned down. I don't know if they're still looking at my application or not though; I'm still waiting to hear back.
Last thing: go check out this bitlet from Nichrysalis -
Bitlets 157He says that "You must have a girlfriend,"
upon seeing Lauren's embossed envelope
that he has retrieved from the mail.
Truth is, in that envelope are bookmarks
for me to match origami paper too
and a galaxy of trees,
and while there is simplicity in truth
there is convolution in explaining it.
"Yah, I must."
Isn't it cute? We're plotting to mess with his head now
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Nichrysalis is doing poll poetry.
Yeah, that's all I got at the moment. Things usually pick up in October though.
Picture perfectThey say a single picture can tell a thousand words
But none of those words can describe
It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.
the taste of your tongue
the warmth of your hand
the empty promises
the harm you've done
and i remember
to burn every trace
that remains with me.
Life Plans 2 - HaikuThe first thing I do
When I dominate the world
Is get a pizza
The Spaces Between Their MovesA small boat approached the barren, rocky island. The blackened and soggy remnants of other vessels stretched across the jagged stones like ladies on fainting couches, but spoke of peril as much as exhaustion. The waves grew choppy near the shore and the boat tossed, but one of the occupants expertly angled the tiller, guiding the single-sail craft safely to a tiny beach. Other boats were here as well, dragged up onto the sand but long since claimed by time and storm, no longer hoping their masters might return to sail once more.
"Are you certain?" asked the pilot, hand still on the tiller. "There is no shame in turning about, I would speak of it to no one."
"I must," said the warrior calmly. "I took a vow, never to cast aside a worthy quest." The sailor bowed his head sadly.
"Then I will return, once only, in three days as we agreed. I hope to find you waiting here victorious, but I fear we shall not speak again. I cannot see how
The Trouble With Mirrorsthe other night I painted myself
like a murder scene
even left my own fingerprints on my skin
in tiny incarnadine whorls
and my reflection didn’t suspect a thing
when I was ten or eleven
the power went out in our house
and I took a candle
into the bathroom with me
so I could inspect
the shadows underneath my tongue
I had a friend once
who gave me a toast:
“when you stand in front of a mirror, may it be
as a conqueror putting on warpaint,
as a child playing with her face,
or as a lover waiting for a return.”
but I’m still afraid of that last, because
if I dare look into my own eyes,
I see that there are oceans in them
and I think it might be possible