Amelia?

Apparently they can call off the search. Yes, she has been found. Not in a form anyone would suspect though. See, Dr. Grim Reaper found her in the thingie just to the right of the top of my nose, below and a bit to the left of my inner eye. Yes! He said “Oh that’s Amelia, and I can take care of that for you” and went on to explain what he would do and then did it. Later on I asked again, you know, just to be sure … “What did you say that thingie was called?” Sure enough, he said “Amelia” … so there we are. No one has to search the South Seas and various other parts of the globe. She simply transmuted to a particularly stubborn thingie on my face.
(Okay … it’s a milia, which is described at http://www.emedicine.com/DERM/topic265.htm. I liked my idea better though.)
Well, that is gone now. And after having me lie down and bending my leg and feeling around on my knee he pronounced it as a thing that will get better. I thought that was hunky dory!
What wasn’t hunky dory is what the scale said. No, that wasn’t hunky dory at all. So I asked him to please send along some dietary guidelines (the one they use is called DASH and it has to do with keeping one’s heart healthy, which can only be a bonus, right?) and have resolved to move more and eat less. (I do not like the word “exercise”; images of deep knee bends and jumping jacks come to mind. I mean, jumping jacks can be fun, but not the eternal ones that are related in my strange brain to the E word.)
Isn’t it most cool about the new 30,000-character entry length now? (Wicked grin.) I don’t think I will ever use 30,000 characters in one entry but it is grand to think that if I needed to use, say, 15,000 or so I could. Yes indeed, I must say that this OD place is getting better and better.
Right … whittery bits. Please have a lovely day, wherever you may be.

Sweet town

I am dull
dry as the last remnants of leaves
gray after the colors have gone
and all the rest

Looking at this crazy quilt city
that offers me the freedom to sing my own song
at times with disdain
because my soul
as your man sings*
is in the mountains

The sky is a pallid gray today
almost white and thick and blank
my companion in this walking
ghosts whisper that on the day they died
there was no way of knowing

Sweet town
of my birth and of my being
let’s hold our heads high
through yet another day

*Christy Moore, “Quiet Desperation” written by Floyd Westerman

Passing through my mind

Just today I thought I saw
another broken heart
another set of tears cascading
down another face

Then I wondered
has she gone past reason
only to see her dreams spin away
down a cold and rushing stream
to who knows where

Mortality holds its mirror
squarely facing me
cool stare of the basilisk warning
do not waste a moment
while love lives and so do we