An open letter to our insurance adjustors

Dear insurance adjustor,

Please stop telling me that inventorying my belongings will be easy and that it will only take a couple of hours.

My shell shocked brain has tried to do this repeatedly over the last several weeks.  I have stopped and started and deleted and started over a dozen times.

I realize it's in your best interest to rush me through and make me forget half the things I had, before cutting me off.

Life Rolls On

He was always there for her,
Through the schemes and drama.
She caused more trouble
Than anyone he'd known.
A life of chaos and trauma.

Guitar Lust

Guitar lust is a problem. I own two functional guitars, and Dark Matters. I've got a cheap, light electric Davison that exists primarily for Rocksmith, and a lovely Oscar Schmidt acoustic electric that is my daily driver and had been plugged in all of twice, because I've no real need to be loud.

I don't NEED any more guitars. As a rule, most of us can only play one at a time. I'm not ready to test out the concept of playing bass yet, nor do I plan on taking up classical at this time. Speaking of which, all links in the article are of the affiliate kind, the better to fund more guitars I dont need.

The Alleged Guitar

The Alleged Guitar, is arguably, one of the best presents I've ever received.  It speaks of love.  It speaks of KNOWING someone.  It speaks of sacrifice.  It speaks of thoughtfulness.  It speaks of faith.  Yes, the Alleged Guitar has a LOT to say.  The one thing it doesn't speak of is music.  Let me explain.

The Alleged Guitar was a gift for my forty nth birthday.  Which one doesn't matter.  It was the last one if you're reading this as a fresh post.  It might not have been if you're reading this in the future.  It was an awesome gift.

My failed career as a rock goddess

So long ago, and far away, before the million fires of the inter webs raged into the night, back when folks often concentrated on things for minutes and even hours at a time, back then in the dark ages of libraries and FM radio, I... I became a teen.

I'd say if they existed back then I would've been a Goth, but Goths did exist back then, and I wasn't one.  I was considered a stoner, long after any interest in drugs or experimentation stopped.  I'm told I would've been called a Hessian in some circles.

Landscape

Sunset.

The landscape freeze-frames.

Clouds slow their motion,

and the sun halts in the sky.

All to show off,

for a long slow moment,

this day's quietly gathered masterpiece.

One day for us.

A lifetime for a cloud.

February 16th, 1997

Emily

EMILY

Welcome to the world, 

little one.

We're awfully glad you could make it.

And very pleased to meet you, indeed.

You have a lifetime of learning, ahead.

I should warn you, 

some of the faster thrill rides 

can be frightening.

And there will be bumps and scrapes

along the way.

But time enough for that, later.

For now, it's enough to say

that you have every potential in the world 

right at this moment!

And you are surrounded by many

to love and care and teach 

and help you grow.

Sweet dreams

and sweeter wakefulness,

friend.

1997

SUBJECT CHANGE

the subject is phobias-

Your fear of love is obvious,

locked down entrances to your heart,

we slip what we can through the mail slot,

look for carelessly unguarded windows.

Somehow, we always find a way in.

Attention Span

It has come to my attention

That you don’t give a damn

And I should leave this place

Yes it has come to my attention

That you just don’t give a damn

I can see it on your face

Road Trip

Photo by George Armstrong (This image is from the FEMA Photo Library.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

"Detour" said the sign, and I agree.

It's been a long, long time.

I must have missed the turnoff

to take me back to the main road.

I've been lost on these little backroads 

and I can't find my way free.

Left turns are a great way

of catching a glimpse of what lies behind you.

But life in the rearview mirror

is closer than it appears.

Step lightly on the brakes,

or the past will overtake you.

It's a shame that life has so many

damned blind curves.

Well, if the road is winding,

at least the scenery's nice.

And it looks like it's all downhill

from here.

July 18th, 1996

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