So I Say GOODBYE
In the morning I may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry
but first 2 those of my past I must say goodbye
--Tupac
I really wish I could start my life over.
In the morning I may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry
She had young legs. They were long and lean and ended in a tight, heart-shaped ass. The outline of her thong pushed through the thin material of the beige, designer jeans, high cut, with cuffs. She was in constant movement, whirling, dancing, and bending, so your eyes were always drawn back to those legs. The red sandals had a raised heel that accented her calves just enough. The red blouse kept flashing into your line of vision, but those legs kept drawing you back. The sweep of light brown curls on her head was also in constant motion. Being Hispanic, she wore a tube of bright red lipstick. Eventually, you did actually look at her face. Despite the arch of her neck, her throat hung rather loosely. The rigidity of the botoxed cheeks contrasted with the suppleness of the legs. The final picture was somewhat different from the initial impression. Kind of like when you finally find all the parts of a Picasso Cubist portrait of a woman and then realize she's nothing special. The lady with the legs wasn't quite what she was trying to be. But then, who is?
I discovered this amazing young woman while not sleeping last night and going through videos on youtube on my iPhone. I love her covers of Elvis' songs, but she does a beautiful job with every song.
It's always amazing when you experience something new and then you run into people who are all experts in it or know everything about it. Now that I've done the second part of my sleep study, I've run into a bunch of people (either online or have really met them) who either have sleep apnea, sleep with someone who has it, or know someone who has it or know someone who sleeps with someone who has it. If the decision is made that I have to wear the mask that resembles something a fighter pilot would wear, I might opt out of it. It will be interesting to see what my oxygen levels were during the periods when I was actually sleeping with the mask on as opposed to the first study and those oxygen levels, which dropped considerably when I was not actually breathing. I described it to someone as imagining that you're sleeping with an octopus on your face. I thought of a couple other analogies, but I'll keep it clean. Still, it is funny how many people have told me they wear the mask or know someone who does. They say it will improve the quality of my sleep and my life. That's probably a stretch.
"Joy is easily forgotten while grief and especially the pain of love are long-lasting."
If you Google the smallest church in America, many candidates are presented. I was curious because I remembered seeing a sign for "The Smallest Church in America" alongside I-95 when I would be driving up North. This time, I was determined to stop and see it. As luck would have it, when I went up to Boston this time, I didn't follow the same route, so I didn't see the sign, which I thought was in South Carolina. On my way home, I came down from Buffalo and took a different route. Eventually, while driving through Georgia, in between the deluges, I saw the sign. This time, I was determined to see it.
My Last Duchess