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  • Your sister misses you.

    Nap TimeI know you didn't think much of her when we brought her home, but Lily's still looking for you. In the closet. She's in there right now because a big, bad thunderstorm rolled through here a few minutes ago. She hates them now, just like you did. Funny how she never minded the wind and ka-booms when you were here. In fact, she stayed close to you when you were shakin' and shiverin'. In the closet. Lily has turned into you. I feel bad she doesn't have a furry friend to help her through the scary times. (Oh, by the way…we changed Lily's kibble. You'd like it. Salmon & Sweet Potato!)

    Anyway, you know I can't let the 12th of August pass without a few fond words of remembrance. You were my cell site buddy and all-around Big Meanie.

    Your Ma & Pa miss you, too.

  • Darkness comes in many hues.

    Previously…

    And in one of the many handmade *journals Darla Varney makes and sells at swap meets, church bazaars, and craft fairs, she wrote today's entry:

    More in the moment … less outside of time (crawling, sprawling.) What is withheld will Junk Mail never be missed. Every story has to start somewhere; begin somehow. I don't want to be teased/tricked by the past; tempted by 'what ifs…'

    Show me the snapshot. Don't feed me weak recollections of events that never happened. Might have been. Says you. Belief is blind, and trust a many-sided die.

    *This particular one made from pulped junk mail and crushed buttercups. Meandering thoughts written down in purple ink!

  • Sometimes Opportunity Forgets to Knock

    doors are made
    doors are found
    perception dwells
    underground

    Hang Upvoices once heard
    a four-letter word

    nine months' worth
    of one
    nasty hang

    is a memory best kept
    on hold

    (cue the music)

  • Precursor

    Magic CapBran? Bran trippin'.

    Mysticism. Magic. Time is a wheel and we've been here/done this before. The thread that tells of the Children of the Forest and the First Men is more interesting than the stories we've been told so far. Brandon's journey speaks to me, and it's my favorite riff throughout ASoIaF. The Old Gods are close. They have never left.

  • Ch-ch-ch…

    Woolf Words
    A longer-than-expected hiatus is nearing its way-past-freshness date. I am presently in the process of trading in a herd of bison for a Formula One car. Further details following…

    But for now, Mrs. Woolf has words of wisdom on that ol' Show-Don't-Tell.

    (Quote courtesy of The Free Dictionary)

  • In a Gaming Mood

    Shell GamePreviously…

    So…why are memories inexact and easily influenced by outside factors?

    I was there. I oughta know.

    Right!

    Same game–same players–results subject to the number of times one answers in the affirmative to any given question.

    Yup.

    String-pullers and knuckle-biters worship at the altar of Fond Remembrance.

    (…and Darla Varney sees a pattern emerge in all that spilled blood.)

  • status

    Mug and Mewords held,
    thoughts on pause.
    scribbles must sit still…
    for now.
    started a new job.

  • Cylinder

    Cylinder

     

    Just a couple simple thoughts on a Sunday evening:

    1.) Is this really the final week of October?
    2.) A cylinder has turned inside out.
         The significance of this event will
         become clear in three years.

    These thoughts, simple enough, will keep the mind
    busy when my eyelids are shut tight tonight.

  • Injuries and Outcomes

    This MuchA quick minute.
    A long moment.
    A pause that lasts forever.

    Phrases to set one's teeth on edge as the meaning of time gets lost in a multitude of interpretations. How many versions of reality play out between the beats of thought and action? To think is to do is to suffer from stage fright from cradle to grave. Oh beware that one false move! In the dance of life and death toes get stepped on so mind the tempo.

    Thoughts and consequences.

  • She knows.

    Deep Dish

    Previously…

    Shh…
    Your one true wish:
    Fate will put you in your place.
    …let freedom retreat.

    P.S.
    Darla Varney writes what she needs to write and we come along for the ride. Or not. It's all good either way (but she keeps track of all y'all who don't pay attention.)