In between and later on

 In between and later on, things happen.

A hair appointment that was more fun and cozy than ever.  Even with some chemicals gone wrongs.  As she scrunched my new curly extensions she caught my boobs.  We laughed.  I said… “ I come here for many reasons.”  

The therapy

The mimosa

The Hair

The Friendship 

And the feel up!  Ha ha ha

I smile. My hair is amazing.  For whom? Me.

I got a book in the mail.  Alexa Marketed it to me.  

I am reading again so maybe it was good to get a book.  I stare at the fully loaded kindle.  As I do not read in bed any more the book feels good in my hands.

Then book is “The Last Thing She Ever Did, Gregg Olsen.

I surely will keep my posted thoughts.

I am re-listening to Matthew Maconaughey - Green Lights.  I missed something the first time. I missed the belief that this could be anyone. 

Have a good day. Peace.

Families

 The family…parents and kids.  I think this should be the strongest bond.  It is not … because the husband and wife family bond could be the weakest link and tear it all down.

The sister family.  I say that as I have seen the sister family as powerful and beautiful. Sister to sister that is.

The work family.  Is that a family.  Maybe.  If you work for a family and you spend over two decades, it might be stronger than the “family.”  

It is fake? They pay you money to do a job.  But if you stay and stay and they give you all the love and you walk away on happy air, then it it is more than just the work family.

Random thoughts.  Do you you have a non blood family that is way up high?  That you count on.  They are excited to see you …even if they saw you 45 hours a week. 

I think my point in this little writing is to … watch for the Joy.  Watch for the love.  It is so easy to see, feel and recognize.   

She did not have a story.

She had a life.

She wrote things down.

She wrote everything down.

She wrote good things down.

She wrote on the web, she wrote emails, she posted.

Sharing was good.

Most things written down were to expel.

To expel and not read again.

When did she start writing things down because she was not believed?

Why did she need to document.

Perhaps she needed to remind herself?

Or she needed proof.

In the end the writing would save her.

Not for vindication, but because she got away.

 He has a story.  The reason.  The why.

It took about a year and a half for him to put it together.  

He put it together with notes rather than feeling.

He put it together alone, even though it was not a solo activity.

He put it together precisely.

All along he had to check notes and check his facts.  

He didn’t want to lie or be wrong.

But the story became that what ended all things.

The story empowered him.

It was a family trait to remember a story and re-tell it and believe it.

It was all he ever knew of a family.  Broken stories.

That did not make it true.

Once it was memorized and written down, it became The Story, The Why.

*fiction story writing.  All events are made up and not related to any living human. 

 Hello .. yes.. it’s been awhile…

I am thinking there will not be a lot of violin talk or soap news.

I do make soap and I don’t play the violin.  

I sold my violin to pay bills.

And this will be a place to write fictitious very short or very long stories.   Kind of a safe place because it is like screaming into a Forrest. No one will hear you, but you needed to scream.