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Eli
When he leaned in and whispered, "Please, can we get him, Mom?", I was already two thoughts ahead of him.
We were sitting a few rows back in the Tallahassee Little Theater on opening night of Annie. I had noticed him in the playbill and learned he was being fostered because like Annie, he was an orphan as well.
After the curtain fell, I found his foster mom and told her I was interested.
She took down my information with a promise to keep me informed on any decisions that would be made.
Then a line began to form.
Manor
She didn't know she was going there to stay. We told her about it a week ago but she'd forgotten it by the time we ended the next sentence.
We spent the day with her there, tried to make her tiny room inviting, but we knew there was no amount of pretty we could paint it with to make it feel like home.
And then we hugged her, told her we'd see her tomorrow, and simply walked away.
That was yesterday and my heart felt raw.
Today I feel like an asshole.
Please forgive us Mama.
Smut
SMUT
They named him that because he was as black as soot, or as our Daddy called it, smut. I prefer to spell it S'mutt, but I didn't name him and he wasn't my dog.
I realize that's also a term for a sort of "adult entertainment" but this blog has nothing to do with that. This is about a dog and his human who just so happens to be my brother.
Originally his son's dog, he ended up staying when the son moved out. Smut called him "Granddaddy" and loved him beyond measure.
Out Of Gas
I knew this would happen. I would get busy with shows and neglect my blog. I would pour all of my creative abilities into melting glass and there would be nothing left to start a fire of words. Truth is, I've been blessed with a run of really good shows, but it does take its toll.
Still, here I am in the big woods for my monthly visit/duties at my Mama's house. And although I took her to my house today so I could log some much needed torch time, once we returned, there was nothing for me but down time.
Findings, Part II
Just another trashy post...
Originally posted on FB back in 2014. Or was it 2015?
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Two days ago, it was Friday the 13th. It started like they all do. Wake before the alarm but lay there and wait for it, filling my mind with ideas for the day ahead. And it's up before 6:00, take out the fluffs and follow my same comfortable routine.
Findings
In the months leading up to show season, I am a machine. My torch hardly has time to cool off before I fire it up again. It's a mad rush, a fast dance and a whole lot of propane and oxygen.
Just Another Day
Originally posted on FB, Feb 14, 2015, hence the Reruns Tag. Clever, doncha think?
Valentines Day
Mark Holt and I do NOT celebrate this day.
Lost
I have little hands. They are strong but could not withstand the force it would take for me to punch a hole in the wall. It would hurt me badly to do that. But what makes me want to, hurts me more.
My mother is on the very last nerve that is mine and I want to break something.
There. I said it.
Fluffy BFFs
I have a couple of mottos.
I would not want to live in a world without Dogs, Glass or Wine
and
You've never had a BFF unless you've had a Dog
