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Family Violence
This will be a little more discombobulated than my usual writes, as if that were possible. Wouldn’t it be funny if the more disjointed my thoughts, the better my grammar?! Usual mornings- I wake from a fantastic dream and muse for a minute or so of how much I would rather stay in the dream. Then I push out, start the coffee pot to heating water, dress, stir some crystals into a cup of hot, and then sit down and start writing. I am not having writer’s block. There are lots of things I would like to discuss. Thoughts and feelings abound. I think some of the thoughts I would like to share would just be better in person, kind of bouncing, processing, organizing. Thought tennis! No. Vitalia Diatchenko would kick my butt. Thought golf! Lily Muni He! Okay. It’s Okay. Putt Putt Golf thought. Ah! Even the clown is beating me.
You ever notice you have thoughts? Not that you ‘thought’ thoughts, but that you were just aware you have these thoughts? Thoughts are rather bothersome. They’re like cat burglars that sneak into your house at the dead of night. Mind you, your awake and the cats that live in your house, and they’re on the bed with you and suddenly every cat eye turns to a dark shadow. If that’s not bad enough, they start their war moan.
Where are the thought police?! Oh, wait, we don’t want thought police, do we? What to do…
