Well that was a day, wasn’t it? I’d like to say I made it through Monday without causing pain or drawing innocent blood, but I can’t. There was a little bleeding when I gave Tasha her sub-q fluids this morning. I’m told this is normal, but Lord have mercy. [Sigh]
I went swimming again today, and it was just as nice as Saturday. I was very happy to swim around, watching the birds on the wires overhead, listening to the little sounds of them and of the water. Saw my comb go floating by and set it out of the pool. Must’ve left it in my pocket. Thought it might be cool to have my shades on – the light was strong – but I figured they would sink and the chlorine might be bad for them. I was right, they don’t float, because later I saw them on the bottom by the drain. They must’ve been in the pockets too. I’m such a funny guy.
Sometime during the late morning or early afternoon, a string of words went through my mind, which my mind identified as the first line of the story I would write tonight. What was it? Did I transmit it to you psychically before it disappeared forever into the chaos? A little help?
I don’t get much done, you know. Not much really accomplished. But I’m making a tape from a CD that I burned a little while ago, from MP3s on my computer. Why go from MP3 to tape? Because that’s what I’ve got in the pickup truck, y’all. Hey, it’s gets me from here to there, and God help me that nobody gets hurt.
Metaphor 