Merry Christmas To Everyone Who Has A Family

Here’s hoping everyone gets to spend some real quality time with friends, loved ones, and their family this Christmas.  Whether you are spending it with your natural family, or created your own family I hope everyone gets to eat some joy today.  Which is what good food is – good food is love, and love is like millions of kisses which is how boys learn about joy.

It feels more like Sunday to me today rather than Monday.  So, I feel like a lazy morning in bed.  For breakfast, an omelette, please.  A spinach and mozzarella cheese omelette filled with mirepoix, topped with sliced fresh tomatoes, salt and fresh cracked pepper.  A side of hash browns cooked crispy with hot sauce.  There is not enough hot sauce in the world for me – as most days I take straight shots of hot sauce.  However, today I’ll take the hot sauce just to flavor the hash browns and omelette.  Usually, I would want bacon – as this girl loves meat and can never get enough –  however, after watching Holiday Inn I think I will leave the bacon for another day.  Skip the juice today, I want a big glass of cold water – no ice in the water it just gets in the way – and, mugs of amaretto coffee.  Then, I want to read in bed either the newspaper, or a book, or both as I pull the covers around me napping as I go resting my body.  I’d prefer a real man in my bed with me – keep your psychologists out of my bed, David poster in the break room – touching and cuddling as we spend time with each other talking in the language of touch.  Since, the absence of real live men has been my punishment for being born straight and true I’ll just leave it there for now.

Sometimes I think I am too brave, bold, daring, an unafraid for the world to read my words.  Perhaps the world has not been ready to learn that my hands have been artistically dirty in my writing since the start.  The world has kept me on pause while it figured out that I have been miles and miles, and miles and miles ahead of them before they ever showed up.

So, to all the noodle families who have the Gggrrr growl in their stomach – yep, I remember that phone call Matt Damon as it was one of the few times everyone else on the floor got quiet at Disney – hang on to your heads.  I imagine you choose an accent because you didn’t want it to be too easy for me –  I appreciate the detail, man.  I will say this, it is nice to know that there are still real people in the world regardless of their occupation or income.  Not an easy thing to hang on to either.

I have a ton of ideas and stories I am trying to get through, get out of my head, and write before the bluetooth can steal it, rearrange it, edit it incorrectly, and claim it as its own.  So, here’s hoping I can get some done today while doing laundry.  But, my head is heavy and my body is weary and heavy.

Anyone want to give me a pedicure?  A random thought, I know.  Don’t worry I’m just looking around and noticing the abhorrent condition my feet are in.  There are only so many hours in the day.  Just breaking the thought train for a second.

Here is the problem I am having which is a source of great irritation to me.  I am unwilling any longer to simply pound out the facts in a report as if I am giving a statement to Joe Friday.  I am still unhappy with my Angel and Bill Cosby writings.  I have been pushed to create quantity rather than the truest detailed writings that paint the clearest picture.  Here is an example, in case you don’t follow me yet, when I wrote about my father’s Norwegian t-shirt that he wore with pride for so many years – if I had left out the detail of him wearing it for so many years that the fabric had become thin and see-through it does not mean the same thing.  I tell you about the t-shirt and now you see my father.  You see my father in a t-shirt.  Now, if I got to tell you that the t-shirt was white with red lettering, banded red at the sleeves and neck.  Then, you get an even greater picture of my father.

So, moving right along.  When it comes to anymore of my pinned writing I will make sure it is as I see it in my head rather than filling someone’s time slot.

My point in writing articles, essays, short stories, and so forth was for them not to be taken literally.  I mean, I am not rewriting the bible here.  I wasn’t writing a script for each day.  For a second, I believed there was someone with a smidge of creative intellect who could take details from my work and create characters.

For instance, if I wrote something about a delicate branch, then you could take that detail and allow someone to create delicate or a branch.  If that is not enough how about this: In my Angel piece I wrote about driving on auto-pilot, so a character could be created who was not entirely present, in a state of fog.  But, then I guess that was too great of a leap for me to believe in.  As I am certain more than ever that my writing, along with myself, am far to complex, and sophisticated for my circumstances and situation.

Here’s hoping that access has truly been denied!

BTW, did anyone know that I had purchased this great print of window film for my transom over my door.  I thought it would bring nice color into my home when the sun shone through it.  However, I was denied this purchase and made to return it, replacing it with privacy film instead.  True fact.  That is also to say, it was blue who ordered the red.  Got it, teacher?!

Now, breakfast has long since been over with and I’m wondering how I can ever get a real drink other than beer.