In a land by the sea between the living and the dead —
I saw a familiar man —but could not be sure who he was —
The sun traveled inside and poured from his face
as he approached with a friendly gait —
a handsome man —
but whose beauty was secondary to the jacket he wore —
a shade of green, not too dark, not too bright —
the length shorter than is customary for a man
reached the edge of the spine.
I marvelled how different it was from anything I had seen —
and knew its touch was something I could not leave behind —
The man in green — who was otherwise modestly dressed —
took pride in the craftsmanship of this vessel of his —
and opened the door to an inner world —
where major keys lay bare inside —
and saw it was not finished yet.
As I mostly drift through sleep and wakefulness, last night (I think it was) I thought it was time to pull something from the Past I had written about particular concepts of Time and Space.
It was over 5 years ago, when I was last in Greece, for an extended stay, and which incidentally, is when I began this blog. It is my homage to The Greek Concept of Time and Space, written shortly my arrival on the scene, and, after a whole lot of twists and a whole lot sweat on an April day in Athens.
I will most likely delve into this lovely subject once again …
So what’dya do then?
You’ve never owned a mirror – other than a cosmetic case or those above a bathroom sink.
Last fall when I was under the misperceptions that I had finally reached the last leg of my journey through Divorce Land, it occurred to me.
It occurred to me right there, inside Linens and Things. It occurred to me that I had never bought a full-length mirror before, so maybe now it was time to buy one?
Well, by the time I got it at an angle in the SMART – well, I had already accrued 7 years of Bad Luck, but I didn’t even know it, until I drove away, and something happened that drew my attention to it. When I realized what had happened, I returned to the store and told them what had happened, and I couldn’t afford 7 years of Bad Luck, especially at my age, and I needed to get away from that mirror right away. They gave me a credit right away. And, they commiserated with me briefly. OMG. Seven years of Bad Luck. Omg.
So it’s the end of the day now and although I haven’t moved much – although much more than I have in recent weeks – I have traveled thousands of miles in my head.
The End Of The Day
Never Gonna Grow Old – No matter what
Stages Of Life
BETTY CHRONICLES AGING
(NOTE: Total Photographs Refers to my library – not self-portraits. I’m not that vain.)
It’s been that way all day, today.
Finally, finally, finally –
(But dare I say it?
Very very risky.
I’m not a Las Vegas Person.
This interests me immensely. )
“Things are finally looking up.”
Good day yesterday.
Had my gourmet peanut butter and black currant jelly on country white bread sandwich.
Listened to lots of music.
And wrote and wrote and wrote.
Went to bed. Slept well. Up during the night cause I had an earlier nap. Relaxed. And productive. Woke up rested.
Took another nap.
Worked and worked.
Went out to get cigarettes and gas.
Took Illinois Elgin – O’Hare something, etc., intending to go to Starbucks and spend the afternoon on my computer. But there was no sign on what was formerly 355 for the Woodefield Mall Exit, a major shopping attraction, anymore.
I didn’t want to go to O’Hare, and besides, I doubted it was done anyway. They started building it when I was still living in the area. It would be years before it reached O’Hare, decades, perhaps.
Not that I was thinking about the shit above when I was driving – nope. Not at all. Mostly I was trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I landed several towns away and in a different direction. So I decided to make a left at the intersection. The street was broad and had several lanes in both direction and was empty.
I pulled into the outer left-turn lane. There were 2 outer left-turn lanes, land the light was red, so I relaxed a bit, and thought about getting my google navigation out, to help me find my way back to Woodfield.
The other lanes, to my right, had green lights. But traffic was extremely light. So I sat in my lane and waited for the red arrow to turn into a green arrow, while the other lanes – on both sides of the road – were green.
My focus was ahead.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!
Fuck! I was hit.
I WAS OKAY.
FOR A WHILE.
The seat belt locked me tight against the seat. That was the most painful.
Aside from splitting my upper lip (my first ever!) I felt physically okay. But my brain was no longer intact. Who knows what chemicals it was awash in now?
My Brain was in Shock.
The absurdity of what I have so lovingly titled, THE ODYSSEY OF INVISIBILITY, of events – totally, outside of my control – would rival Voltaire’s Tale.
Eventually, you start to wonder why Today keeps looking the same?
And the day keeps changing and looking the same.
Today and today.
I would rather not
Yesterday was a monumental day for me. And so my friend, Jessica, and I celebrated in an appropriate fashion. I danced. I balanced on a precarious wall. I saw beautiful and convoluted versions of Nature. –
JESSICA AND I JESSICA DOES THE “BETTY” POSE.
HANGING OVER THE EDGE OF A PICNIC TABLE
REFLECTIONS. CLOUDS ABOVE AND BELOW LETTING MY HAIR HANG
THE WALL ON A LAKE
THE IMPERFECT ARABESQUE
SAYING GOODBYE TO THE PAST