What is the Message Sent Twice? One Eye.

I haven't been anywhere in two months, but every place.  I feel brittle.  Then the no-nonsensical me remembers what kind of world I truly live in.  So I crack every bone, sit and hone my smile, hide that voice. Don't be so inconvenient!  Seriously..

Yes we see.

Do we care?

Of Course!

that is,

(brilliantly)

Of Couture?

You?

'Umm Honey.  That foot sez ta me.... Paleeeze....Tattoo them for yo mid' life crisis!'

Can we get back to two eyes?

Not one.

A world of cyclops.

Knitting Sweaters

I should be upstairs.
knitting

If I follow that thread
I end up in bed

very warm.

That nettles (needles) knitting gnashing
thread by thread
sweaters.

I shed.
Down the stairs.
In my chair.

Fingers clatter, oh NOT to knit
finding

oh
well

Shit.




The answers are still the same.

1. My favorite channel is OFF
2. My right foot is not older than my left, as I cannot rearrange the space time
like Q...
3.  I have more fun with complete strangers.
4.  No Net.
5.  Mercy is actually an idiot's typo. Mer Ci
6. Yeah, I forgot, Hate me. it's fair. I hate you. Whoever you are.

Sisters and Life

I take too much for granted in this life I have.  Things that seem insurmountable to me would be a daydream for someone else to have.  I'm emotional at the moment dwelling on my sister, whom I admire profusely down to the very acidity of her struggles.  

She shrugged off my admission of admiration, and I can't take offense because I know why.  Believing in something makes a person vulnerable.  That's what my sister is, vulnerable.. and I can't stand the fact I am powerless to ease her hurts. God how I want to.

One thing I can do is put these words out there.  I admire my sister because:

1.  She happens to be an amazing mother.

2.  She is thrifty.

3.  She is brave.

4.  She has dreams.

5.  She improvises.

6.  She sings.

7.  She gives.

8.  She loves.

9.  She cries.

10.  Her children are her heart.

11.  She loves her family.

12.  She has grown up.

13.  She tries hard.

14.  She doesn't give up.

15.  She is funny.

16.  She is proud.

I could go on and on but I'm so glad enough time has gone by that we have become close friends.  I can't imagine not knowing her or needing her, because she is always there.

Lionel Richie: Find a Way to see Him in Concert

Before I back up the title of this blog topic, I want to put a question out there.  Do you realize how quickly we are moving through an age of the most brilliant and influential musicians of our time?  WE are.  'Elvis: The King Lives On' doesn't phase people these days because that's all they care to know about an American Icon.  I live to love music.  And the more history I learn, the harder I find myself scrambling for tickets to see these legends; people simply have forgotten the beauty of our roots in the glaring lights of Pop Culture and Reality shows.  PAY ATTENTION and enjoy, but remember too.  Whitney Houston is GONE and I never saw her in concert, oh how I wished I had... and Michael Jackson too.  Appreciate live music for what it is.  To me, a band live most of the time has more raw artistic sweaty galvanizing clarity and passion than what the radio or social media put out there.  Its personal.

On July 4th at almost midnight I found SALE tickets for Lionel Richie for $20 each.  I was SO grateful I didn't miss this chance to hear the man whose songs I know by heart.  My radio dial stops immediately of its OWN volition when I'm in my car "Dancing on the Ceiling" singing as loud as I can not giving a rat's ass who is eyeballing the Buick with the crazy woman shifting gears in time to the beat .. and "jamming in the street" at stop lights.

The above clip is blurry, but its short and beautiful..All music belongs to Lionel Richie, thanks.

Now since I'm confessing all, THE COMMODORES?  Lionel Richie sang 'BRICK HOUSE' last night.  I shook my winning hand shamelessly in glee because I really wanted him to sing it, but didn't think he would.  Amazing.

The concert began at 7:30 with CeLo Green, who impressed me more live than he does on the Voice.  He was vibrant in song, which is a quality I love.  My husband didn't even know he was the opening act and he was so appreciative of the date we had planned entirely by me.

The rest of the night, well, Lionel Richie blew us away.  US being the entire crowd.  I hugged my John close and turned around and the audience was beautiful.  They were hugging, loving, smiling and world peace felt achievable right in the middle of Hello while looking at all the faces.

Do your life a favor if you can.  Go listen.  Take it all in.  The sounds. The music.  The crowd.  If you have never heard Lyle Lovett live, you are missing out on Magic.  Willie Nelson, not seeing him is just wrong.  These are some of the ground breakers, they are the greats.  Seize your partner and be amazed.  And SING!

And well, I wished I had my camera out for one memorable moment of the night.  Watching a guy eat a corndog.  After that I kept looking for corndogs, but alas, there were no hungry males.  *sigh* It was hilarious!!

Calling Simple

I forgot what you sound like.
You're getting more distant than..........................................

Maybe getting to talk to you
Should be some string
tied between two cans.

You CAN _______________________ CAN I?

Say Hello? ------------------------------------ Hello?

"Operator, I need an exit"

"OK, Go upstairs, open the door, turn right, go through three doors, it will be ringing.."

[oh yeah, not the matrix] 

A friend inspired this thought.
I need them.