Jumble

I wanted to write yesterday but it’s like the totality of life sat before me in the living room on my new rug like a huge jumbled ball of..stuff. I spent a good part of the day walking around it, pulling on my lip, and wondering just where to begin. So I didn’t begin at all.

I am not as good at the techie stuff as other diarists. I will have to keep plugging away at some writing before I will be able to comment on what I like, what I don’t, what works and what doesn’t. Right now, just being able to read and write and peek into the lives of some people I’ve been missing is gift enough.

I had an honest to goodness day off yesterday. I did the hausfrau stuff, laundry, cleaning, bill paying. I bought a new lamp for our newly renovated living room, a big arching thing that might define a new writing place in the near future.

I slept well but had a disturbing dream about singing children in a church basement and lice and people whispering.

I cannot even comment on the tragedy in Vegas. Horrific and perplexing. Fodder for my fervent belief in gun control which no one except Hillary will comment on in this Trumped up age of politics. Even juicier fodder for the “thoughts and prayers” crowd who seem to even crave anything they can hurl their beloved thoughts and prays at and feel they’ve done something satisfying.

RIP, Tom Petty.