This is an old, old, old photo shopped picture. But, I like it and I don't think I've posted it for awhile.
Makes me think of you all, out there.
I like this ghostly laundry room. The front page feels like a pond that had a large rock thrown in a few days ago, the circles rippled away, and now its back to politics, as if nothing happened.
I have the same weird sense of grief. That someone I care about died, was just here, and suddenly isn’t. I mentioned this yesterday to a friend who thought it odd, at least not worthy of the same grief I have for my friend E. It reminds me of when your pet dies, how everyone at work wonders why you’re still bursting into tears three days later. It was just a dog, they say, not like a person.
Something I loved about tr ig was his honesty and authenticity. He was exactly who he said, a real person. He could spot dishonesty almost instantly–and woe to you if he did–but even if you were eccentric and freaky–especially of you were eccentric and freaky–as long as you were honest, you had a friend, one of those who really saw you.
I will miss the gatherings at his blog. It was like a train station where we all met sooner or later. This blog of Julie’s is like that, nana’s, a couple others. Kim’s was like that too. I never got to know James, although it seems he was also one. These conversations within comments bind us to one another in ways that arguing about Trump do not. If this site was only a place to argue about Trump, I would not be here, not would you.
Monkey said something recently, I forget which blog, that she felt like she knew tr ig. Me too. And he me. And you all too. We exchange bits and pieces of our minds in ways we don’t with every day acquaintances. There are people I’ve seen every day at work for twenty years whom I don’t know the way I knew tr ig, or they me. We’ve lost a real person. It’s a big deal.
Thinking about nana waking up at home today, and that feels good. At least there’s that.
First I wake up, glad to be alive, then I remember tr ig is no longer and the color values dim by a notch. I'm still shocked - and it's so true that we end up talking online in threads about things in our lives, feelings, past, that those in our 3D world relationships might not ever know ... a different yet equally valid caring grows up between writers who check in most days and share their world ... Kim and I talked about that fairly frequently at some point, the 'real'ness of friends online vs in person. He agreed we (we, the group) knew more about each other, on OS, in ways that just aren't really shared in 3D the same way.... and vice versa, of course, but that's part of the beauty. Most online friends I'd have no reason to know in person - or the in-person aspects wouldn't jive, yet we can through minds and hearts and typing. I was always very aware of that with Kim as I don't do well with drinkers in person and he didn't hang with pot smokers, which I was then ... and that's leaving out levels of accomplishment and types of work.... all which may not even factor in for those who have found each other online. Different yet equally valid, imho, if not more so, all that deeper sense of sharing... for me, with tr ig, it was even more lovely that it worked to visit in 3D as well. Works when people are genuine, maybe, and your 3D worlds are simpatico, I guess... and no one smells funny in person ; ) (No, no one I've met in person from OS has ever smelled funny.... but you get the drift. In person brings so many other aspects into play....).
Oh, gotta' go, back another time!
''Drinkers and Smokers''
That'd be a good title? I changed the title to this one, again. Every time, I sign online I don't know if it'll be the last time. I have such a love/hate relationship with this alternate reality. That was funny, what Anna says about the smells. I have thought that very same thing. There was this one guy, a long time ago, used to give me such a hard time about smoking and it would make me so mad. I mean, what difference does it make when we're online? You can smell the smoke blowing thru the windows? Read my mind!
''Y'all ready for the eclipse?''
Another title I was throwing around in my mind, thinking if I'm going to stick around need to put something else up there on the top. Right here, in Scruffy City where I sit it's going to be 99%. I'm trying to decide if it's worth it, with this being a once in a lifetime event, to fight the out of town traffic to travel just a few miles up the road to see 100%. 99 is pretty darn close. It'll be a memory for sure. I could tie this in with my girlfriend with the seal skin coat, or when my oldest was just a baby. Both those times, saw a partial and have stories to go with. 'Go with', that's an accent thing.
Then, that gets me to thinking about my oldest, and once again one of Phyllis's latest posts, ''Making way for new dreams''. I told a story in my comment there, to make it 'funny'. I haven't really been married 3 times, only twice. Growing up around so many religious people, I tend to count my first love as being married, since we lived together and had a history. I broke his heart, by leaving him, and then then he broke my heart by coming back into my life, 20 years later. That would be something for the 'memoirs' though, not in a comment string where we're sort of grieving from a distance.
Grieving for a brother's love...
Anyway, the coffee pot is empty and so are my thoughts. You all take care out there, and Have fun!
"ready for the eclipse".....yup,gotta new killer telescope with a 'sun filter' lens.....
Steele Breeze! Long time, no see! Thank you for stopping by :-) I forget where you're at, are you in the path, or are you going to travel?
What's the "hate" part? The people I know who leave either do so because they get into or witness too many fights here or 3D life interferes. Most of my friends have left. A couple have died. I don't see you getting into fights.
I have got to change that title again, it's too creepy. Who goes to a haunted laundromat?
*where ghosts go, to wash their sheets..''
Hmmmm...maybe. If I was feeling 'funny'. This is just too sad. I don't read the political pages, skim sometimes, but that's it. I did click the link and mark it for later, on NV's.
Two pages open, just a bit of time to myself this morning, while GB is at the cemetery with the grave diggers. This one, is going in the old part of the cemetery, and that's always stressful because there's not very good records kept from those days. The map doesn't match the stones, and you don't want to make a mistake while digging with high powered machinery. That, and having to get that big machine across the field of old stones, and not tear up the ground.
kosher? I had to read back. oh! Love/Hate with the internet, not just 'here', is what I meant.
near Chi-Town......daughter tells me can see it...ain't looked it up yet....
Me. I would. Go to a haunted laundromat.
By the time I hit sixty, it felt like ghosts were everywhere. All the places in the city, the apartments where I lived, at work, the studio spaces of students now in their forties that in Sept. will have brand new twenty year olds in them. My house, thirty years of the couple who lived here before me. I find signs of them everywhere still, after living here five years. I walked past my old house last night. The lights were on and I could see in, and suddenly it was 1998, and it was my world in there, even though the kitchen cabinets were painted white (who would paint gorgeous oak cabinets white?!).
We are not far enough south to see the eclipse, and I don't have a television so did not watch Game of Thrones last night. I curled up on the studio sofa with a book and the electric fan. Summer is the best.
no tv here either,don't miss it a moment....
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