The worms crawl in

I love to write. For a very long time it was through poetry only. I liked it's rigid structure. The more rigid, the more of a challenge. I have been trying to write a simply and succinctly as possible while eliciting an actual emotion. I keep all of my writing over here for the simple black text on a white background. I also every now and then turn them in to their own kind of art. Different versions in different places can be found here (click the bottom right of the picture to see the full view). My Instagram is sort of a mish-mosh of photography and poetry and general goofiness.

One of the things I have been meaning to do is upload all my videos to my YouTube. I just haven't take the time to download every video posted. They are most often only about 5 minutes long but there are a lot of them. When I have two days off with no demands I may actually be able to get to this. Until then it just sort of sits in my mind waiting for it's turn at the forefront. 

I thought this holiday week would be relaxing and not hurried. It has already thrown some curves at me and keeping me much busier than I anticipated. Gabe's great grandmother passed away last night. She was a unique woman. She was used to being the center of attention. The last time I saw her and spoke to her she had said "I just can't seem to find the right way to die." I wonder what it's like. To be facing the entirety of your life and it's end for a new beginning. I am morbid by nature but I find talking to those facing their eventual end quite fascinating and a bit sad. So much knowledge that is about to be lost. Not even just personal but little nuanced things like who people are in old pictures. Passwords. Accounts. Most importantly to me are the memories. All of those memories she has taken with her. 

I am sitting here slightly putting off the start of the day. I am such a night person. Mornings I just sort of jump in to but it takes a little for me to catch up. I am taking the kids today over to my parents so we can all play some Spades and Hearts and just to have some laughs. That's what is intended at least. 

Every now and then my family likes to play games. Card games especially. Hearts and Spades are staples. My dad has this thing with spades. A rule he made up called 'dealer calls trump'. There are times we will let him institute that rule but not much anymore. My sister and I have always played by always overbidding the tricks available. We don't even bother to look at how many tricks we can actually get. We just bid so the total is always 14, that someone will always bite it. It's usually her and myself but we don't care. It is more fun for us to play that way.

I'm not sure how much I'll be around in the next few days. Between Thanksgiving and the Funeral all happening this week I do not expect to have as much time to write as I generally do. 

This is a little bit of a U-turn but I have seriously got to write a few letters to the school. For absences. Also Gabe has already lost his lunch box at school and his new jacket. Even though they have his name in them they don't seem to find their way back. He left his lunch box in the lunch room by accident but no one ever returned it. The same things to have happened with his jacket from the classroom. Who do I have a right to be annoyed with in this case?

That's all for now. I require a shower and some caffeine.  The Hearse Song - Harley Poe

Random Thoughts:
My blinker sound and speed of the light do not match... where in the world is Carmen Sandiego... penguins... 

Let’s count...
How many words
In how many ways
Must I let slip from my mouth
And continually say

I am here, look at me