Six Years Later

Invisible Things

For months, I have been walking around with an invisible hat, well, not a hat exactly but a cat, no, a cat's not quite right either; it is actually a cast. For months, I have been walking around with an invisible cast.

A few people--most of whom know me extraordinarily well--can see it. I didn't even realize your arm was broken! they say. Ha! Ha! I say.

And then there are the others, the ones who don't know me as well, but who can clearly see I'm holding my arm funny, carting it around like the lanky loop of a grade-school y. Is it broken? they ask. Broken? I answer.

Maybe I should have gotten a real cast, all plaster and goo and a sling to hold it. That way, years ago, you could have written something on it, something to the effect of "I WUZ HERE," and today, right at this very moment, I could look down at it--the red Sharpee bleeding at the edges; the heart almost not even a heart anymore--and I could wonder where you got to.

Oh, you who "wuz here," where are you now?

A Fly on the Plane

In 11C, and there was a fly, buzzing and whirring, and the woman next to me was telling me that to stay home with your children is to answer a higher calling and that poetry that does not rhyme is not poetry. I kept pointing at my magazine. I want to read, I told her. I'm sorry, I said and ordered water with no ice. My husband will be fat from all the pizza, she told me, and it hung in the air, the silence very real. I turned the page of my magazine. After a bit, the fly landed on her hand; it seemed a long minute before she swatted it away.

Something New

Two (2) black uni-ball Vision Elite ink pens

Three (3) manila folders (though I miss being little and calling them vanilla)

One (1) tale about a hummingbird's heart

One (1) pair fancy shoes

One fine first day of school

Longing #94

This morning all I want is a long road and blue sky, and I just want to drive and drive with the windows down, and the Diet Coke sweating in the cup holder, and the trees flying by, and maybe I'll get somewhere but maybe I'll end up in the middle of nowhere and that will be fine by me.

Something Blue

Today's News

There are some days when the news just speaks to you, when you nod your head, and you're like, oh yeah, I knew that was coming. Take for example: Club: Andy Dick Groped, Offended, Urinated.

(from: Billboardpublicitywire.com)

Read the whole story at cnn.com, but let me tell you, I was once (terrifyingly) groped by Andy Dick in an Austin elevator. Not exactly the brush with fame I spent my high school days dreaming of.

Then there's another story which I love because it's fall, and fall means football, and football means somebody's got to win and it's not always who you think it'll be. Flashback to me as an eight year-old when my only dreams are to go to Appalachian State University, marry the lifeguard, move to Myrtle Beach and become a ballerina. Now look: Upset for the Ages Appalachian State Stuns No. 5 Michigan.

Imagine how much fun I might've had watching that game with my fellow Mountaineer alums!

And finally, Four Tickets Hit $330 Million Jackpot. This is where I'd like to tell you I was one of them and that the first four responders to this post will go to bed with a cool quarter milsky tucked under your pillow. This morning: a poor rambler; tonight: a wealthy rover!

Alas! It ain't happening, looks like I'm going to have to resort back to the Great Space Coaster news of my youth, because, after all, "No news is good news with Gary G-news."