Years ago...

When I was much younger, my very good friend, Deb Abbott told me she saw me in the distant future as a type of hermit living high up in the mountains, in a cabin by a stream. Just me and my notebook/typewriter... (this was well before the PC and laptop). She said she envisioned me writing book after book, alone in those silent hills, with nothing to distract or annoy me.

At the time, I thought she was crazy... or at the very least just being mean. I wanted to get married (check, check) and have children - a boy and a girl (HA! Oh, well).  And grow old next to someone who could stomach me with my wrinkles and my uncontrollable flatulence - rocking on our porch and waiting for death to visit.  Wondering if it'd be me first.  Praying it would be him...

(Just kidding! Damn, you guys seriously need to get a sense of humor. HA! That's very funny - seriously laugh!!! hehehe)

I had grown up in the solitude of the country hills/mountains of western Wyoming. I'd been snowed in time and time again.  I yearned for the bright lights and bustle.  And, besides, who in their right mind would want to be alone? (Deb's boyfriend-which-would-eventually-come-to-be-her-x-husband told me once I was short, fat and ugly - and would die alone... I don't know why I told you that. Maybe to indicate she had found a kinder way to phrase it. Anyway...)

I awoke early this morning to the mono-toned beeps of a lumbering garbage truck... the soprano and baritone incessant barking which ensued thereafter... and the shrill screams of a young girl whom obviously had just witnessed the decapitation of her favorite baby doll by her ornery brother (either that, or she found both parents dead and being eaten by her dogs).

I yearn for the peace of the mountains. The uncomplicated life. The solitude and silence.

The other morning this came back from the depths of dreams with me:

"Will you come to the edge of insanity,

And meet me there?

I don't quite know yet

which one of us is on the inside

or the outside

of this fragile bubble."

I need to start writing again. 

I need to find a cabin in the mountains where I can't be found, where garbage trucks don't wander and squat, walking barking furballs get taken by eagles before they have a chance to yelp... and little screaming children find peace in the sandy depths of old, dry wells.

(again - joking. enLighten up a bit)

Back on my head. I hope you have a productive day.

In Joy & Enjoy