It was a dark and stormy night. I understand this is considered a writing nadir but actually I think it makes a pretty good opening line, irregardless of what the naysayers say about it.
P.S. I am also rooting for Pluto to regain status as a planet.
humor
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 9)
Damn, just when I was getting the hang of it.
Fear of Blogging, part III
Damn, I really thought I was on a roll and had figured out how to incorporate writing-a-daily-blog-entry into my life. Now, two days in a row, life (and especially the stupid old day job) have interfered. Here I am at bedtime with no energy or ideas or clarity. Which probably means I shouldn’t be typing and yet here I am. Today’s blog has become symbolic of the larger struggle between life’s obligations versus the things that make life worth doing in the first place. I have always been too bound by obligations. I need to do better at eating dessert before I finish the veggies.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 8)
This offhand comment from a biologist deserves immortality.
She wondered about genetic drift.
Or maybe the reverse is more meaningful.
He never wondered about genetic drift.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 7)
No more fooling around.
Next time I come back as a cat.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 6)
Death comes to all of us and yet.
They told me to expect the unexpected but here I am.
Add an -s, lose an -en?
For some reason, while correcting a typo, it occurs to me that a woman of many virtues may not be a woman of virtue and this suddenly brings back a memory from high school, where I had a friend who read old writing about knights and dragons and so forth. She was convinced that the writing had code words, and in particular, maid and maiden were not interchangeable. After a maiden got deflowered, she was a maid, per my friend. So, in our high school conversations about losing our virginity – which were incessant, for a while – we used the coded shorthand, losing our “-en”.
Old Lady Status
Uh oh. I just went in my front yard wearing a nightgown. I believe that immediately qualifies me for old lady status. And by this I do no refer to the old ladies who are the special consorts on Sons of Anarchy.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 5)
This might describe me. I hope no one thinks it’s the whole story.
She lived at the corner of Skepticism and Rebellion.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 4)
For the last word in petty revenge,
Not even the dog will miss him.
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