Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I don't know what this means...
What a wonderful world.
Flowers make any room more comfortable, more like home.
There is a picture on the mantel of Parker and me. I love his smile but I hate his eyebrows. I want him to get them arched. But they aren’t my eyebrows. I have never had my eyebrows arched. I love my eyebrows. They are naturally well kept.
President Obama wears make-up to hide his blemishes and his age. Why can’t I?
Parker and I are doing so well. Every day I look forward to coming home and seeing him. I anticipate his kiss, I anticipate his arms.
I wonder how many men wear make-up that I know.
Tonight feels icy. My hands and feet are cold. I am hungry. I ate an apple for an evening snack. It’s gone already. I know it’s gone because I flushed it.
My grandmother, the center of my family, the rock of my life, may have cancer again. I don’t feel confident about this. I don’t feel confident about this at all.
Tonight feels icy. Flowers make any room more comfortable but tonight, I am disconcerted. I am not comfortable in this room and I am writing this. My hands are cold and I am hungry and I am worried. I am very worried.
What a wonderful world. There is a painting above the mantel my ex-Michael gave to me of trees and a sweeping landscape. I love landscape paintings. I love trees. They are symbolic. I feel symbolic. I see the symbolism in things. I see the underlying meanings in things. I always have. In most things I always have. I don’t see the symbolism in my grandmother having cancer. I don’t see the symbolism in cancer. I don’t see the symbolism in this post. I see the symbolism in trees. I love trees.