Chik-ho-Tep

Today the previously little known, favorite pet chicken of the famous ancient Egyptian Pharaoh "Neva-hrd-Uvom", was ushered into the after-life. Chik-ho-Tep as he was fondly referred to, was carefully preserved and mummified by the pharaoh's faithful, yet somewhat demented young priestess, Jan-A-unKhamun.  Although previous to his journey into death, Neva did consume most of his beloved beaked friend, he did save the chicken's right leg for future preservation. Salted, wrapped, oiled and perfumed, Chik-ho-Tep was tenderly placed into his own miniature sarcophagus. He will be displayed briefly along with the remains of several others of his kind, before being set in his final resting place.  Jan-A-unKhamun's mother expressed relief that the process was over, since the mummification was performed in her kitchen and was beginning to have...an aroma.  Jan-A hopes the High Priestess will be pleased and give her an A.


Social studies projects! Oy!

Tangled

Sometimes I feel like my life is just this tangled mess of things to do, miscellaneous tasks to accomplish, endless bills to pay, and driving destinations that don't take me anywhere.  I want to just take a break from it all and go on a mental vacation. The problem is, that evenually I would have to return to my life and the insanity of it would have increased exponentially with each moment I was away.  Funny how that works, isn't it?  No matter what I do to try and slow things down, it never seems to work. Anything put aside, is only delayed.  Anything delayed, is added to the ever growing heap of doodoo that I can't escape.  So what gets sacrificed? The things that actually do bring me a little peace.  I can't delete things like taking the kids to school, or paying the phone bill, or shopping for groceries.  There never seems to be enough hours in the day to do all these things, much less write, or go for a walk on the beach.  What I can do is dream. I dream up my poems. I dream of a time when I'll have more time.  I keep trying to get things done, and somehow write in between.  It'll happen one day, at least I hope it will.



Photo by William Salas

Feeling better...

Today, the sun was shining. There were a few fluffy clouds in the sky, but for the most part, it was a nice day. I actually got a few things done, made some phone calls I've been putting off, wrote some necessary e-mails. Tomorrow, I may even go back to editing my novel. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.  Today, the sun was shining. I'm good with that.

Gray Skies

There's something about this kind of weather. At any time during the day you look outside and it's just...gray. It removes all sense of time. It's brighter than the night, granted, but there's no morning sunrise, or afternoon shadows.  For me, the time slips right out from under my feet, because I feel like it must still be six or seven a.m.  The next thing I know, it's evening, time to make dinner...and where did the time go?

I remember I used to enjoy this type of weather. It was the kind of day that I could just stay in, make cookies and watch an old movie. Somehow in the midst of adulthood, motherhood and just plain life, I've gone from enjoying the overcast to dreading it.  The lack of actual direct sunlight sends me into a world of melancholy limbo.  I call friends, I write e-mails, Twitter my fingers off. I try and keep busy, doing housework or running errands, but all I want to do is curl up, go to sleep and wake up in the Spring.  Unfortunately, I don't really have that option.  So I must fight the grays.
If only they had "Sky Color" in a box at the nearest drug store.
Someone should invent that. They'd make a fortune.

Meanwhile, I guess I'll go put the clothes in the dryer.

Experiment

Dear Friends, I've decided to try something different with this blog. I want to try and write something everyday. It will probably be very short, more like a single thought or image rather than thoughts on a particular subject.  I'm hoping this will encourage me to actually write everyday. It always seems like other distractions keep me from actually doing that. Sometimes I will write a journal-type entry, other times maybe an idea for a poem or story or just something I see outside the window or while I walk my dog. It may be just a few words or maybe more. That's the plan anyway. So here we go. 
Just a little note, today is my mom's birthday. I need to call her.  :)
She's the best mom in the world.