Won’rful Wednesday
There is nothing like hick charm in my book even if N lovingly mocks L for the way he says wonderful, won’rful has an endearing quality.
The other N sent a note this morning after trying to reach me several times – she had a flat in nowhere Virginia and is trying to make sense of it all. I told her that I have stopped thinking about the future – which has been my MO most of my life – future plans, goals, this and that – now it’s just right now, this minute because future has proven to be so uncertain – I’m trying to live now and not ask questions about what comes next because really who knows and everything has a way of falling in place – if you look backwards you can connect the dots and a life is pieced together – but trying to put your mind out there into tomorrow or the next day and suggest you have any chance of pulling strings is kind of an inane endeavor anyway – QED Katrina.
A Texas storm blew in yesterday with everyone out of town except N, W and I to experience the cataclysmic goings on – W said when we picked him up that he had had a great Wednesday. The temperature dropped 107 to 65 – the heat is off! For the time being this could be more tolerable. Lightning, thunder and howling wind – made me sleep with an ear open – the Muse was electric but then as I actually try to find the words I return to the blank page blank – I hate laying out the sentimental, the kind of ooey gooey – so then I don’t write at all. I just think of life as one big chess game where sometimes I am the Queen, sometimes a Pon, and sometimes I am moving the pieces and sometimes another hand is moving them, and sometimes the board sits there unchanged.
Note yesterday from my beloved D that she and hers are safe back in Houston after evacuating. Need to go see her – she’s always a good antidote to real world stress. But whirlwind of travel coming up – unfamiliar ceilings to contemplate – more things to miss – and always the anticipation that travel brings.