Thursday, December 11, 2014

Off to Work. Then Overnight at Everett's. Talk among Yourselves.

You're tired, but do you go to bed before midnight?
Hell, no.
But it sure feels good when you do finally lie down.
And then you lie there awake, flipping from one side to the other, till it's five to one and you think, "Shit, I've already missed As It Happens," but you turn the radio on anyway and, right after the news—which is always horrible so why you bother listening to it is a good question—a show about cities comes on and puts you right to sleep.

These three photos were taken from the same spot (within five feet).
They were taken within minutes—no, seconds—of each other.
The snow looks sculpted, and sometimes it appears blue.
The Bohl girls are saying they can't believe their mother has been gone a month already. My immediate response—though I don't say it to them, as it is not a comfort—is "You will feel the same when she's been gone nine years."  Or, though I have yet to find out for myself, 20 or 30 years. You know your mom is not with you anymore, but it never will seem right or even really true.


  1. 43 years for my mum and it seems like yesterday. I love how you caught the snow by surprise.


  2. Hope you had an enjoyable visit with Everett. I totally understand what you said about losing you mother and that the time never equates. Take care keep warm.

  3. thinking of you and your mom, and me and mine today


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