Rain, Reign, Rein...

precipitation

though I hate it on the bike

my garden loves it

reign, sovereign rule

is that the basis for our

type of government

horse's steering wheel

rein, don't turn it right or left

you will go nowhere.

Take a DEEP, DEEP BREATH AND......

EXHALE!!!

Now relax. Wow, I was under for quite awhile wasn't I.
You see, I'm secretly an agent of the Internet Gamer Nationally Organized Referendum Against Neural Transmissions.

I.G.N.O.R.A.N.T.

I've been undercover in an online game called Dragons of Atlantis (aka DOA). I am called... well... I can't tell you that or I'd have to kil... never mind.

All of those games are the same, you build your cities, build an army and then you go wipe out someone who just spent weeks building his city and army. It's like real life almost!!

Oh yeah... I'm on 3 different servers/realms in DOA... and I've also started another game called Thirst of Night. It's almost exactly like DOA, except I'm a vampire... and instead of a dragon... I have a gargoyle...

I need help don't I.....

Oh Boy!

Christmas is coming... and gift giving and seeing friends and blah, blah, blah, blah...

Come on January!!

Silver, A Haiku

What is this Silver?
A lining on a dark cloud,
or pocket lining?




Silver Christmas Tree
Nostalgic beyond belief
Its'n my living room...

I only thought...

I guess I fooled myself into thinking the funeral was closure. My sisters and I have been cleaning out Mom's house. Everything we touch brings back memories... stirs emotions... and causes tears to flow. I'm not sure at this time if closure is a reality. I've always heard losing someone is something you never get over, but must learn to live with... if that's the case, closure is a fantasy...

Closure

Mom's funeral was Saturday.

There's Iron in Your Words of Life... and Death...

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.

I've lived a blessed life. No, I am not rich... I am not famous... I just am. I am blessed to have a mother that cared and taught me how to survive in the real world. I could read, write (in cursive), solve basic mathematical problems, sew, wash clothes and cook before I ever stepped foot into a classroom. My mom made sure I could/would survive by teaching me those basic skills. She taught me that there is no problem that can't be solved; no problem that can't be learned from. I am forever grateful to her for that.

She also allowed me to pursue my love of music at a young age. With my baby sister a new born, in the next room, mom allowed my teenage band to practice in the living room. She also never paid for anything musical...  "If you want it, work for it." Another valuable lesson.

As a child, I dreamed that I would die in the month of September after I turned 59. I've been fearfully anticipating that upcoming event. We are in that month and year. The dream stayed with me all of my life. However, I now know that it wasn't about me. Thursday morning a piece of me died. Thursday morning, Mom's mission on earth ended peacefully and quietly. The dream wasn't about me, it was about my mom.

I love you Mom... and thank you for everything.

Rest well Mom.......