Anticipating Thanksgiving

What a roller coaster this year has been. I can hardly even think back as far as January and all the trials we've had to face and the endurance that seems to be keeping us going. Throwing more embers into the fire seems to work continually in our case.

It is officially November, which means Thanksgiving is right around the corner with an expected average American's day and hectic life. Days do go by faster here, as we try to pile up so much into our days. It's almost mechanic.

I am looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. It is my biggest desire of the month to have a nice turkey dinner with some friends, some good wine and great, cheap, from Target accessories. A little orange there, a little yellow here and a bit of brown in front of us. I plan on going all the way, with the cranberry sauce, to homemade gravy, to the pumpkin pie and little notes of thanks.

Thanksgiving, here I come, in anticipation of happiness, embrace me warmly and cheaply!

Bitch Goddess: Money

At this point, I don't even know why I even write on here. It's not like I can sit down to coherently think about anything. Even these thoughts, it's like in jumbles, randomly. I can only feel the touch of the keyboard as I press my fingertips on each letter. Other than that, there is no feeling there. I am tired of the uninvited knowledge I am not privy too, I am tired of being blacked mailed about it and even more so, refusing to sink so low to do something about it. Though I suppose, I should have, when I began to see a pattern of abuse and misuse of power in the beginning. It's all too late now and I have this hollow, numb, harrowing, eccentric cavity. This cavity in my chest, this desire to fill the numbness of my fingertips, but inability to do so with any means I possess, it's all maddening. This winter is not going to be treating me well, I can see it.  All of this work is a hindrance.I really could have been writing, reading, critically analyzing something...or thinking in general.

I liked thing as they were settling down. I was comfortable, adjust, and moving forward with my master plan of life. All hail to the "Bitch Goddess: Money". Nothing like the need to eat to interrupt with the dream world of a writer who really would just like to be left alone to do her work.