8:24:45 PM EDT
Hearing Scott Matthews: Passing Stranger
A Soldier's Story
Navy Petty Officer Mike Monsoor, an EOD Technician, was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor posthumously for jumping on a grenade in Iraq, giving his life to save his fellow SEALs.
During Mike Monsoor's funeral in San Diego, as his coffin was being moved from the hearse to the grave site at Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, SEALs were lined up on both sides of the pallbearers route, forming a column of twos, with the coffin moving up the center. As Mike's coffin passed, each SEAL, having removed his gold Trident from his uniform, slapped it down, embedding the Trident in the wooden coffin.
The slaps were audible from across the cemetery. By the time the coffin arrived grave side, it looked as though it had a gold inlay from all the Tridents pinned to it. This was a fitting send-off for a warrior hero.
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12:42:42 PM EDT
It's a rainy, icky day here in godforsaken Hanover, PA. I picked this graphic for two reasons. One, it accurately describes the weather here. Two, it reminds me of a spot in Shelby Park in Nashville. The dogs and I used to go there for a nice walk almost every single day. I miss it. I'm sure Dot misses it, too.
I won't lie to anyone. I've been having a helluva couple of days. I don't really have much to say but I felt compelled to come here to try to write... something.
I don't really know what...
I've been trying to keep myself from falling too low. The days are better than the nights. The nights have been quite horrible.
"This godforsaken town
This godforsaken place
Sucked the soul right out of me
Leaving nothing --not a trace"
At least I'm writing again.
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8:58:07 PM EDT
Hearing The Doors: Love Street
The Coal Miner Series
Here's two more PR photo possibilities. I took these after painting one day.
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11:00:12 AM EDT
Hearing Movie: Woodstock
A Meme From Russ
IF YOU CAME TO MY HOUSE...
I'd probably feed you: Probably chicken on the grill (so Mary, you can bring Briege). If you bring some beer with you I'd even grill some veggies to go with the chicken.
I'd offer you this to drink: Well, the beer you brought, water, cranberry juice, or Coke.
I'd undoubtedly ask if you'd read: Reading is still a bit of a challenge for me so I'd have to say that I probably be more inclined to ask you if you've watched something on TV.
I'd want to play this music for you: Well, I'm writing again so I'd probably bring out the guitar and play some of my new tunes, since I'm at the testing stage with them.
I'd want to tell you about: School and my adventures with it.
I'd probably suggest a game of: Frisbee, so Dot can play, too.
I would definitely show off: How smart Dot is.
I might get on the computer and show you: This or This or This.
If it was a long enough visit, we might watch: Some Adult Swim on the cartoon network. I love when the kiddie programing switches over for us big people.
Ok so when are you getting here?
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6:54:01 PM EDT
Hearing My Chick Mix
Strange Art
"What's that circle on your leg?" Ma asked the other day.
"I don't know, Ma," I answered, "It looks like a burn but I don't know how I did it."
Except I do. I put it there myself. Sounds nutty, I know. I am into body art, though, with 4 tattoos. Once this completely heals I'll be finishing it. It's going to be a lower case "b". As in Bramble. As in the way Pop always signed his art with small letters.
Don't ask me what possessed me to do this. It was a whim. But the pain was rather refreshing...
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1:58:06 PM EDT
Hearing Close Encounters of the Third Kind
Time? What's THAT?
Here is something that my brain sorely lacks, a clock. Time is becoming more and more irrelevant to me. The clock keeps ticking but I'm oblivious to it. For instance, how did it come to be 2pm already? I woke up an hour ago and it was 8 o'clock!
Likewise, days of the week have no further meaning to me either. They just come and go and that's the end of them. Unless there is a doctor's appointment or some other obligation, I'm often unsure of what day it is. This was troublesome to me at first. Now I don't care. Who cares what day of the week it is, really? Today is no different from yesterday or tomorrow. It just happens to be where we are at the moment.
I used to liken time passage as a record on a record player. An LP would be our life from beginning to end. The place where the needle was would be "now" and would be marked by the sound coming out of the speakers. Sounds rather stupid now. Now, time is nothing to me at all.
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12:08:01 PM EDT
Hearing Billy Joel: Extremes
A Revelation
D.W. relaxing in the shade.
Dot, by the window to keep an eye on D.W.
It's hot here. Again. Ma and I are headed up to the grocery store. Again. Same old, same old, same old. I'm going to enjoy today. I'm ahead in all of my school work this week so I can afford a couple of days off.
I just took my first bath in 6 weeks. Six weeks ago I had the brain/dye test. I could shower but I didn't. Polish baths only. I was waiting for this day for a long time and I am a bit of a new woman today. I can feel everyone's mouths hanging open. It wasn't nearly as gross as it sounds. In fact, it wasn't gross at all (Ok, well, one day it was but I'd rather not talk about that).
Anyway, the point is, I feel FABULOUS right now. So it worked.
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