Sometimes, I feel like cheap Chinese fireworks.
The dead promise packed in an easily lost wrapper.
Designed to take a small flame and explode as hope against a dimming timeline of family.
Twine not quite wound tightly, the payload just slightly left of center and the circuit isn't complete.
I look around for an explanation and find the fingers pointing to me.
Someone should have said something.
Someone, right?
Someone should have warned me.
But cheap Chinese fireworks don't hold the attention span for long.
The next pack is opened, lit, and becomes imprinted on the sky until the sun arrives.
And I'm left picking up bits and pieces from the grass, alone.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
So much to say....
The Parthenon.
The Mills clan picnic as snapped by the lifeguard on duty. No one died during the taking of this picture, FYI.
Heather, the most gorgeous niece in the whole world and her boyfriend and bass player of The Shockwaves, Nick!
Chihuly and Couture at the Frist- Amazing.

Chuckles from Toy Story 3. Loved it and am very disappointed there are no chuckles items for purchase.
We did pottery, saw a couple of movies, ran here and there, and everywhere.
My hair is very dry and I am peeling from the football camp still. (Amanda jerky, anyone?)
Now things are settling back to normal....normal being physical therapy, doctor's visits, and work.
Perhaps now, I can post more often? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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