Christmas

I got these cookies from a friend,
made stew in my slow cooker (pic looks crappy,but it was good)
decorated the fireplace
hung up a pic I got in NY a few mos. back,
Put up my little Christmas tree on the table,
I remembered Gledwood having like an "open house" on his blog with live chat & went typing for a few moments,somewhat incoherently by then,I guess. I think that was a very nice gesture on his part, making himself available to his readers on the holidays no less.
I ate,drank and was merry as I could be and it wasn't so bad.

this ones for Gled & Anna ................

I remember seeing the film Trainspotting when it first came out.
Some blogs that I've subscribed to are on a similar subject.They fascinate me. I can feel their pain & their joy.I love people.
I'm attracted to things I know absolutely nothing about.
I went to see Trainspotting only because of the trailer with Iggy Pop in it. A long time fan, I'd seen Iggy Pop at Toad's Place. A guy beside me, an Austrian student convinced me after the show to try sneaking into Iggy's bus with him. I had on my black leather dress.Of course we were ushered straight out.
It's not that I want to try the drug myself.Curiosity killed the cat and I know pain, my hands were caught in many a mouse trap.
The only drug/medication I take long term is Xanax. I've been on it 20 years.
When I was taken off Xanax in a facility of the hospital I suffered 3 grand mal seizures & amnesia. I never felt as helpless.
I never again want to be at the mercy of psychiatrists.
I tapered down myself to 2mg daily.
I'm sure Xanax withdrawal is nothing like Heroin's.
My sister was a heroin addict. She no longer is. She never used needles, she snorted.
Here's a great song of Iggy 's.
This ones for you Gledwood and 4 Anna.

Holiday greetings

A friend suffered terrible misfortune, without going into details of his untimely passing,(only to say it was extremely sudden) I'd rather mention the way his demise has affected his family & friends.
There was to be a glitzy New Years party, instead one of his family is burning her calender from 2010.
I cannot imagine the pain of his family unwrapping the gifts he'd bought them, nor the pain in seeing the gifts they'd gotten for him sitting beneath the tree after Christmas is over. I imagine these gifts will be given to Goodwill.
His wife and children, sat in the ICU for 1 long week, clinging steadfast to hopes that he may pull through. He was removed from life support on the 18th, when all hope died.
Those 8 days of hope and prayer are over, the grieving is just beginning.
(I hate writing such a glum post,but needed to express this)
Wishing you a merry Christmas and a happy, healthy, prosperous New Year.

Granny said it was "okay"

The first time my granny saw me in a dress she stared at me quite awhile.
I was putting myself up for ridicule and severe judgment.
After a while, she said "You know, you're different than other guys."
"How's that, granny?"
I was prepared to listen to some heavy duty stuff, then she said "You seem like you got money."

Is it any wonder why I loved & respected her so much?
This is an old newspaper clipping I saved for so many years and it's for Laura who was at the same show.
If you'd seen the worst looking creature ever, in a black leather dress and holding 4 beers , squished up right by the stage it was me!LOL

Girls and other riddles

I got an email from my ex, Jane.
It was a poem.
Too sentimental coming from a girl who could not tolerate my wearing dresses. My closet has both guy clothes and dresses. I keep the dresses on one side and suits and pants on the other.
I don't see her as pining away for me.
Here are a few verses from the poem she sent,
"You and I, close as twins in the womb,
and our love, a rosebud never to bloom."
Why are we like twins in a womb?? Maybe because we both liked pretty dresses.(that's not enough to feel separated at birth)
"Awakening under the moon's cold gleam,
I had been with you again in a dream" Okay, that really says "DRUNK" to me.
"A few moments took me to lost years ago,
and I know my darling, I still love you so." ...Lost years, interesting as she was the one who told me to get lost.
"Fading fire flies in our hands to see,
would awaken and shine as we set them free." Now I'm thinking hallucinogenics, maybe.
"Would it be this way for you and me,
or would our souls die in liberty?" She's depressed.
I'm wondering how to respond and if it's me she's really sending these feelings to.
Heck, by the weekend, she'll probably have forgotten the whole thing.
I was just pretty surprised to read words like this coming from her.
Relationships, they're so difficult.
I know I have a habit of taking words apart. I'm very curious, by nature and I examine all kinds of things.
I like the poem and yet I feel it wasn't truly intended for me alone.
Thank you, Laura for your email and kind words, but no, I didn't grow up in CT.I was at the concert but just happened to be there then. Though I did move to CT a few years ago. Thanks again for writing.
A child, therefore...