Lovely Pages

I love to read books. The smell of the pages, the sound they make when you turn to the next, the words that tickle my imagination. I love being transferred into other worlds, sometimes other dimensions. The story can be fast and furious or slow and drawn out, as long as it captures my imagination. A fun tale can ease the nerves after a long day when you disappear into it. Movies are great, but nothing can replace a book, and hopefully never will.


Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. - Mark Twain

Alas Poor Me, I Knew Her Well

Today I feel frustrated and want pity even though I know I don’t deserve it. Frustration gets to everyone I guess and maybe today is my turn. I really have nothing to gripe about either, this is what is so stupid about it. I don’t have a job, but we are not destitute, yet. We have cut back on expenses to help, but I feel like I could have been better prepared. Why does it take some of us so long to figure things out in life?

I am not a follow through person, I realize that now. I have a hard time finishing anything and I don’t know why. I could get into a bunch of psychological baloney but I would probably lose interest. I am not sure when I became this way or if I always was this way, hard to tell at this point. It is nobody’s fault but my own. Don’t you wish more people would say that?

I was the one who made all the decisions in my life when I left home, whether good or bad. I had fun along the way and managed not to get thrown in jail, yet. Things did not always turn out like I had hoped, but it could have been worse. The person we are now reflects who we were and where we have been, or does it? What about the people who completely change their lifestyle to better themselves, the ones that go from felon to finding God. They claim to be a new person, but are they? Can you truly leave your past behind and enter the future unscathed?

So I may whine and wail, but I know it is all in vain. The past is the past and I will try not to let it mold my future. I have a wonderful husband, a great and loyal dog, and two loving cats. Add a roof over our heads and food in the pantry what more could I really need? Oh yeah, something to keep my short attention span busy.

The Light part 3

What I see is white, like an all white room. I push my head in a little further and feel my body being sucked through. It only takes a second and now I am standing in the infinite whiteness. What the heck is this? I see nothing but white, no walls or ceilings, nothing. The smell of vanilla is still in the air but I don’t mind, I like vanilla. It is so quiet I swear I can hear my heartbeat. I walk a few steps, not hearing my footfalls. I feel my heartbeat slow as my body starts to calm even though I think I should be scared. Why couldn’t this have lead to Tahiti? I pace around absentmindedly thinking of pictures I have seen of Tahiti and wondering what I should do next. A familiar sound of lapping water starts and is slowly getting louder. That is the sound of waves when I have visited the ocean, I can smell the salt from the water. Blue materializes over head and sand forms at my feet. My skin warms from the brilliant sun as my surroundings change to tropical. I look up and see a sign that says Le Meridien Resort, Tahiti. Holy shit! That was the picture I was just thinking of. I look back and see the small white light on a palm tree that is set back off the pathway to the resort. I step back to the light and stick my head in and am immediately sucked back to the maple tree in the back yard. I go back in the light and think of The Mirage at Las Vegas; sure enough I am taken there. The light is again in a tree that is set slightly off a pathway. I go to the light and am transferred back to the maple tree. This time I go to the house and grab a small suitcase with nothing in it. I step to the light and put my head in while holding the suitcase. I feel the suction and appear in the white room with the suitcase still in my hand. How cool is this. Looking at my watch I see that hubby should be home anytime. I go back through the light and to the house, waiting in excitement to tell him about the light. I still wonder where it came from, how long it will last, and why it is here. I guess we will figure that soon enough, I just wish he would hurry up and get home.

The Light

There is a light shining behind the maple tree in the back yard. What could it be? I ponder this as I quietly open the sliding door and listen for noise. My ears straining I hear nothing but the breeze rustling the fallen leaves. I glance at the tree and the light glows brighter enhancing my curiosity. My senses are on full alert as I make my way across the deck, pausing at the steps. My nose picks up the slight smell of vanilla, but from where? Continuing my quest I make my way down the steps and across the lawn towards the light. Cautiously I round the tree and stop, stunned at what I find. Hovering about 4 feet is a white glowing orb. The brightness is almost blinding now and I shield my eyes, squinting to get a better look. My arms warm from the heat radiating from the orb and the smell of vanilla permeates my nostrils. What is this? My mind is racing for answers and coming up with nothing. Should I call someone? What should I do?

To be continued…