a story…

“It’s amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.”

Quote: Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

Image: found on pinterest

Inky: There is a story in that photo.  Adventure, friendship, betrayal, tragedy and wrongs never being set right.   I can see the first chapter like a movie being played before my mind’s eye…

Doing? sipping wine, and waiting for the fettuccine to al dente…

 

diary…

Image: found at Pulptastic

Inky: … okay once again – ‘whacked’ – okay?  <laughing because Muse Cat sniffed in annoyance..>

Muse Cat my drinkin buddy.  Cream for her, Glenlivet for me.  Tuna for her, whatever is eatable in the fridge for me.  Life of leisure for her, the damnable human condition for me.

I’m beginning to question who is the prisoner, and who is the captor here…

pixel lane…

Image: Paride Bertolin (JAB)

Inky: found on my internet wanderings, what can I say?  I like it.   What?  I think I said eclectic tastes, and whacked several times haven’t I? I was being honest….

Doing? research for writing…

where waves were..

On a day like today
We passed the time away
Writing love letters in the sand
Just like letters on the sand
Where waves were
I feel you’ll disappear to a far off place
I miss you again and miss you more

Mashup lyrics: first three ‘Love Letters in the Sand’ Music by J. Fred Coots lyrics by Nick and Charles Kenny. Remaining lyrics ‘Through the Night‘ Lyrics & music IU.

Image: Robert Duncan

Inky: I didn’t make it to the mountains, I wound up at the shore.  It was beautiful out, warm, and the beach was almost abandoned.  I spent the weekend remembering you, us, and the long hot summer.  I remember the day you drove away, headed up north.

My Mom told me ‘if you love something you have to let it go, if it comes back it is yours.’  So I let you go that summer.  You walked away leaving me facing the water, and I didn’t turn around until the rumble of your old vet faded.

I missed you again this weekend….

getaway….

Inky: Just so you know.  I’m gonna be gone this weekend.  I’m going to be doing that <points up> just about right there.  Only there will be more wine.

It’s been awhile, and I’m sure it’ll be cold but never fear, I have packed the sweaters, heavy jeans, hiking boots, a few blankets, and the entirety of my flask collection, all filled of course.

My plans?   Bigfoot hunting…?   Brown Mountain light chasing… ?  Monster hunting?  Maybe.   Wine tasting?   Most definitely.

blackberries…

Ask me about my childhood, and I will tell you to walk to the edge of the woods with a choir of crickets chirping from every direction, a hot, humid breeze brushing through your hair, your feet, bare and callused. Stand there, unmoving, and watch the dance of ten thousand fireflies blinking on and off in the darkness. Inhale the scent of cured tobacco, freshly plowed southern soil, burning leaves, and honeysuckle. Swallow the taste of blackberries, picked straight from the bushes, and lick your teeth, the after-taste still sweet in your mouth. Now, stretch out on the ground and relax all your muscles. Watch nature’s festival of flickering lights.

Memory: Brenda Sutton Rose
Image: Christmas – winter.tumber

Doing? That, <points up> was my childhood.  The blackberry bush was on a plot of land just on shore down a dirt road from my house.  We’d raid it often, and trudge home with stained fingers and lips, cut off shorts and tshirts covered in mud and wet from the salt water. Those days my muse was a tan and black shepard name Bo Bo, and when he heard my Mom or Dad call my name he’d scamper to me and tug on the back of my shorts herding me home were supper lay on the table.

I was chestnut brown by summer’s end, face dotted with freckles, with a long sun bleached ponytail.  ‘Sunshine’ was my nickname.  Innocence was my companion, and you could have sold me all the seashore in Arizona I was so gullible.

word of the day…

Maxine Creator: John Wagner

every single day…

Sage Advice: as noted.

so many roads…

Song: Joe Bonamassa, So Many Roads

Inky: this is exactly how I feel today.  Not the lyrics, the music – what’s needed is a rather largish glass of wine I’m thinking.   <sighs> what a day.

what???

Sunday night?  I was just Friday like 5 seconds ago.

I told you I wouldn’t remember…

Image: Watterson

Oh heck, that means Monday is coming….