This is where I get to be me -- whomever I am on that particular day.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Mom

She likes the orca poem but don't think she likes Dire Need. She didn't say she doesn't like it, but said she needed to think about it.

That's okay. I don't require that people like it. Gotta write. That's it.

What's true, though, is Mom doesn't like to stray anywhere near expressing emotion out loud. She's always been that way. I would say something, bear my soul, and she would literally ignore it. I haven't bothered for a long time.

Sometimes I feel guilty about keeping away from her all these years. Yes, we've always lived a long way from each other, but other children visit their parents and they live just as far away as I do.

I think it's more that I feel guilty about not wanting to go. I just don't care. At least, not enough to go.

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Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.

Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!