Tuesday, November 7th, 2017 — +2˚C / +35˚F —> cloudy & grey in Atlantic Canada —
– Wisdom from @noveliscious – Yes, in life and in writing, most people sound like somebody else, repeating ( or ‘Parroting’ if you find them annoying ) words, ideas and tone of voice / style of narrative they’ve either admired or feared. Bullies act like the bullies who bullied them. Writers write like the writers who impressed them. Maybe when you get a glimpse at someone who is truly original, you’ve found a treasure. And maybe the truly original found that treasure first? –
— sigh, Yesterday I felt like I was either coming down with something, or somehow felt a sense of impending doom, waiting for another shoe to drop, half expecting the phone to ring with news that somebody I love and care about is about ready to foresake this mortal coil in favour of that brave jump into the ‘unknown’. But even prophets and saints grieve, no matter how much proof they’ve discovered that life does not end when the spirit leaves the body.
— And, this morning I have a scratchy throat that might be ‘other than allergies’ —> Schnarr –
— Shrug –
— Also yesterday – I did manage to scan one of the photos my sister sent me. A family photo taken in a cemetery. I could probable easily crop the grave stones out of the picture and nobody’d know we were posing in what my father called a ‘marble orchard’.
– I noticed after I found this photo and scanned it that I’m the only actual surviving one out of 4 of my parents’ children in this photo – Yesterday I wondered if that was a pure accident or had been designed that way. – hmmm —
— Yeah, in the past this was a rough time of year. My father ‘passed over’ on October 26th, 1995, my last surviving grandmother ‘passed’ almost exactly a year later, and the kicker was my five year old niece who left us due to smoke inhalation in a fire a week after my grandmother left us. My sister, Diane, mother of the 5 year old fire victim, had her birthday on November 10th, and never felt like celebrating anything around this time of year after 1996 – she developed Cancer and left us in March of 2007, ten years and 4 months after her daughter died.
— so maybe my sense of impending doom was just something to do with the time of year and its not so pleasant memories?
— or maybe I really was coming down with something? { — plop (?) }
— [ insert stupid silly grinning smiley here ]
~~~~~ Jim
