Recycled Titles?

Before I post, I periodically check my site for titles I may have used in the past; and I'm not surprised that I don't have original thoughts. Eh. That sucks, doesn't it.

Posts have been sparse for very good reason. One: I can't write about some of the things going on in my life. Grounds probably for dismissal. Nothing that I've done wrong but speaking unkind of those you work with? Not a recommended. So, I stay far away from that although the events of my work life are pure comedic genius and perfect fodder for an online journal. Two: I refuse to write more about my relationship. Mainly because I don't think many of you give a fuck and that hurts. I sound like a whiner and we want to stay away from the blubbity blub blub stuff. Three: No life.

But it's unfair to myself to let a beautiful and useful tool such as an online journal go to waste especially since I spend nearly two hundred dollars a year to maintain. Not money easily given. So....I post.

Tonight was another meeting of the Glass Eye Poets. I wanted to attend but couldn't and didn't. Em had not place to go whilst I let loose my inner muse; and child comes before anything else in my life. We caught a couple of movies instead which was nothing in comparison to spoken poetry. Eh, it happens every month so things will fall into place next month so I can go.

Just for those who want to know, my father's birthday was Wednesday. He would have been fifty-five years old. Yes, I'm sad but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. The sentimental things that would catch any one are the things that bring a tear to my eye. It's only been six months since his death. Still anger, pain and regret involved but it's ok.

Marjorie died nearly two weeks ago. Soon after I visited her, she declined even more so and was rushed to the hospital where she stayed until she passed away. I feel awful but I haven't been able to bring myself to go over to her house and give my condolescences to her son. I don't know why. I don't know what to say. I'm unsure of how to comfort him. So, like a coward I have stayed away. Am I callous? I feel heartless but I just don't know what comfort I can give and I don't want to fake anything just because it's socially acceptable to comfort.

I don't know.

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I need to sleep because I wake early for work. Good day to all.