I HAVE a LIFE

Wow. My mother died on Pearl Harbor day- the 7th of December, 2013. And today is December 13, eight years and six days further down that stream of life we try to corral, but never can. So it’s fitting that I think of her as I begin this project. That’s neither good, bad, or ominous. It just fits that relationship is all. You’ll figure it out sooner or later. The abused always return to the abuser. Go kick your dog and find out- or plz don’t because I love dogs. So don’t.

After many weeks of dealing with COVID from the other side of the perspective- I actually find myself released from a chain of what seems to be a really bad version of Ground Hogs Day- THAT movie where every single morning is a repeat of the morass from last night’s hangover. A non-stop carrousel of dejavu and less then precognitive recognitions of the past.

It’s a trip for sure. BUT I find myself with 4 weeks off and time to live or at least seek a life 🙂

Fini’