February...is a wonky month. I keep losing things. I keep forgetting things. This happens every year, right after January. Is it Spring Fever? I wonder..
I try to figure out ways to do battle with it. Traveling is a nice distraction. I've tried New York City in February. That worked one year. But it was terribly cold and snowy...still, it helped break the spell. And I was visiting people, so they did all the brain work...where to go, where to eat, how to get there, how to get back.
Hobbies...boring in February. Takes too much thought. Self-improvement...what's to improve? Kidding. Now creativity, that is an outlet. I just can't remember how to be creative indoors. I have projects to do. Well, they need to be done, but, no will--no way.
Working...sucks. Need I say more?
The solution--stay on the surface. Indulge myself in nature, snow and all. Take a walk, make a snowman, snow angels in a big circle. Just nothing that takes too much thinking...time is all I have. Time to wait. Tick tock...
Winter's grip won't release any other way. I'm trying to cooperate...and be reasonable.
Hurry up March! Bring me some of that much needed magic of yours...
The countdown has begun!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thoughts of Louie
For the longest time, I couldn't drive over the Clear Creek Bridge. The anxiety was too great. The old bridge has been replaced with a new one. That's made it easier, but still thoughts of Louie capture my mind each time I approach it. We will never know if my brother was alive or dead when his body was thrown over the rail on that bitterly cold, ice-stormed January night, so many years ago.
He was missing for six weeks, before he was found. I visited the very spot sometime later with two of my sisters. We made our way down the embankment, and saw the spot where he lay frozen dead. I discovered a handwritten note placed at the depression in the sand. All it said was "Sepulchura"...think about it....very, very curious. That's all I can say of it, for now. I crossed the bridge today and Louie flooded my heart with love, and my mind with wonderful memories. I cried for the millionth time...
He was missing for six weeks, before he was found. I visited the very spot sometime later with two of my sisters. We made our way down the embankment, and saw the spot where he lay frozen dead. I discovered a handwritten note placed at the depression in the sand. All it said was "Sepulchura"...think about it....very, very curious. That's all I can say of it, for now. I crossed the bridge today and Louie flooded my heart with love, and my mind with wonderful memories. I cried for the millionth time...
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