My illusion and delusion

Waiting, yearning for you to make a move but silence, silence is my only true friend. He greets me and embraces me more than a lover because you don’t want to make a move. This is the place where you belong, beside me, as I belong beside you. Maybe you don’t want to ruin our friendship but it never was, was it. We have always loved each other always, me more than you. I have let the lantern burn inside me hoping you would make a move towards me. But no, you’ve been all around spreading your spirit thin to a point were I only saw a shadow of you. Burned, burned it did inside me until it drove me crazy. Burned , burned it did until it almost destroyed me and destroyed you. I don’t want to go back there. I have never felt so much desperation and agony at the thought of you belonging to someone else. Maybe someway, somehow we developed a soul tie, I don’t know. The tug at it almost killed me and no one knew how to help me. Crazy that’s how I felt. The thought of losing our connection, overtaken by something that I could not understand. An agony and a death akin to the one I

Museings

I always thought I talked a lot because I was articulate. Actually, I think it was the opposite. My inability to express myself the way I want results in a bunch of misfires and attempts to redefine. It’s all clear in my head, sometimes, I just can’t relate that very well. There are a lot of things I think and feel, and I start writing about them, and it doesn’t reflect me or the person I want to be. I think a lot of my best communication is nonverbal as well, but I don’t get many opportunities to exercise that.

The kicker

The asshole they arrested for child sexual abuse lives in my county. Nearly an hour away from the abduction space.

Last month a nearby high school in Morrison reported one of its female students escaped a potential abduction while running the hillside near her school.

The following week a different man attempted to take a boy kindergarten from an Aurora kindergarten by trying to pass as the boys father. A number of teachers witnessed the event and the screaming boy alerted them.
Reasons why I don’t wear my mask to pick up my kid.

November 16

An 11 year old girl was reported missing after she didn’t check in during a trip to her local park. An amber alert is sent out.

November 17th, with the help of teams of people researching camera footage, drone surveillance, and communications monitoring the girl is found …alive.

November 18th. News releases of one 30 year old Micheal Patrick Buckely being arrested and charged on counts of repeated sexual assault on a child.

Whew

After a brief inquiry to my neighbor who has a doorbell camera about the mystery of the big black van, we learn that the driver was just a hapless hooded delivery man who made perhaps not the wisest choice of parking on the wrong side of the road , no doubt to speed up his duties. I am flooded with relief that at least in this instance I’m wrong about the situation and there was no immediate danger present. Thank goodness for technological helpers and the friendly neighborhood watch.

Walking home

My daughter and I are walking back from her school and we’ve almost made it home when a massive black van with no windows but for the front pulls up next to us. I’ve just passed the drivers side and I can see it but I hear him roll down a tinted window and crank up his radio really loud.
At the same time, a teen boy steps out of his vehicle ahead of us, and a group of girls round the corner of the townhouses to meet him at which time the van pulls away and drives off.
I can’t help but wonder. What the fuck just happened? If feel like we narrowly walked away from something truly terrible.

Friendsgiving

My mother came to visit over the weekend, coincide with the Friendsgiving feast my lady friend was hosting. The timing ended up working nicely. After a day spent with mom and her husband at the Jurassic Quest event where we got to view massive replicas of dinos and the grand baby got to ride a Triceratops and help train a Raptor. Then by some weird happenstance I was able to mom into stopping at a metal restaurant called The Brutal Poodle for lunch because it was smack dab in the middle of antique row and she was of a mind to go Antinquing. The music was fast and heavy, they sat us outside next to a gnome giving two big middle fingers and a wall covered with fantastic graffiti, featuring Iron Maidens Eddie. The owner serviced our table, and somehow or another I would up with a free apricot ale on my tab.

During our antique walk,mom found a pearlescent carnival ware pitcher set I helped her get and she also found a present for my brothers boyfriend ( a lantern).

When my husband got off work, him and I headed over to my friends for dinner while ma watched our little one. There were two other people there aside from my lady friend, her boyfriend who made the bulk of the feast and her former Co worker friend that had joined us at the renaissance Faire. The co worker friend left after dinner but my husband and I stuck around for a few rounds of Joking hazard. My husband thinks her boyfriend looks like the lead singer of Doyle and now I can’t unsee it.
It was a good night.

Maybe next time My brother and his guy can make the trip, I hear the Van Gogh exhibit is really stellar.