A good day is hard to find

I can't write.

I hit a high point last week, and was cruising along, and then I didn't sleep, and it all went away. I got blocked.

I thought a few pictures might help...When I go away for a while, it's hard for me to start blogging again. Like sitting in a classroom, and you're quiet, then the teacher calls on you, and you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You've been quiet too long. So you stay quiet, and think, I have too much to say. Too much to do. I'll wait till I have more time...and then it's a week and two days without saying a word. Out of practice. I want to catch up, and be close, and hopefully blogging will help the writing.


Reading.

Last Wednesday, the sleepless day, I drove down to College Town, and walked across campus to the university's library. I found the book I've been looking for, on the second floor, and read in this soft-lit alcove. It blew me away...The final line...I'll never write anything great. Though not for a lack of trying.

That night, I slept.

Nothing on Thursday.

Friday, I took Baby Girl up to the Sticksville Elementary while they were out for Spring Break.

She had a blast! All climbing and sliding and running about, spinning on the merry-go-round...


She was red in the face and crying when we left. Playground, playground! she shouted for days.

On Saturday, the power went out for five hours.

We sat at a home for a while, and listened to the lightening and rain. As soon as it stopped, we got in the car. The road was flooded, but we made it to the highway, and slowly uptown.

On the other side of the tracks, there were trees uprooted and scattered on the ground. One was lying on top of a house. One was split in two.


On Sunday, something bad happened. Even worse than a storm, or a possible tornado. Whatever uprooted those trees...this uprooted me, and left me lifeless, powerless, sobbing on the couch. A cop at the door...Tis all I can say. Distraught to the point I sent Baby Girl to the Others so I could think the bad thoughts...Alone with dark clouds, I cleaned the house til my hands bled.

On Monday, I took Baby Girl shoe shopping.

It was the first day I didn't write, or work on my project.

On Tuesday, the bad thing got better.

I still felt cranky, though...still no writing.

A storm blew through, and brought cold air.

On Wednesday, I woke up coughing and sniffling. It was the only day I could go out by myself, so despite feeling sick, I drove back down to College Town.

I bought an Easter dress. A pair of pink high heels.

I tried to write...

Yesterday, I drove Baby Girl to the gas station and bought her some candy, and me an Orange Crush. She asked the woman behind the counter, What doing? The woman said, I'm working, honey. And she handed her a gold Easter egg.

We said Thank you, and took our treats to a nearby cemetery.

We parked and ate and drank and smiled...

I wrote five pages yesterday.

There is pleasure in this life.