Sadderday
Dearest,
You scared the crap out of me! There I was, typing away on the computer and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw you coming up behind me. I turned to smile, there was no one there and reality just came crashing over me. I got goose bumps and a weird chill. It took me quite awhile to recover from that one! Please don’t do that any more.
I was gathering the trash and recycling today getting stuff together to run to the dump and other errands. It was 14° out there so, not helping. I was just about done, the truck was even warmed up when I noticed that my hair was all messed up, I looked like a wild man. I reached for my comb, no comb, and worse no wallet. No wallet equals no license and no CC’s. Tried to go back into the house for my wallet, the door was locked, of course I slammed it because it was cold! No keys! Took inventory, no money, no phone, no ID. Panic! Got in the truck to warm up, I remembered something that I used to do called thinking but I couldn’t remember how to do it. I think it involved my brain somehow, haven’t heard from that in weeks. That’s why I asked you to unlock the door. All the windows except the bathroom were locked. As I was trying to think I recalled that both the basement and shed were open – tools! I had access to tools, and ladders. Rather than slit the screen on the bathroom window I decided to try to force the lock on the door. What a time I had doing that, yes the door that pops open all by itself every now and then. Did it though, went inside, warmed up and collected everything that I needed. I am not going to survive without a brain, especially in this weather! I have to learn to pay attention somehow, relearn. It’s scary!
Those are my scary stories. Some one told me that when I care about some one, I totally care about them. That I am an, “all or nothing” guy. I never considered that there was any other way to be. I wonder if that’s a bad thing? I’ve always been that way as long as I can remember. Makes sense to me, explains why I always hurt so much when I lose someone. I’m going to9 Kristin’s tomorrow for Pat’s birthday, really I’m going to play with the grandsons (thing1 and thing2) for awhile. I threw your calendar away, the one from last year, cried, as you know.
Till the Snow stops falling, Your Ken
You scared the crap out of me! There I was, typing away on the computer and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw you coming up behind me. I turned to smile, there was no one there and reality just came crashing over me. I got goose bumps and a weird chill. It took me quite awhile to recover from that one! Please don’t do that any more.
I was gathering the trash and recycling today getting stuff together to run to the dump and other errands. It was 14° out there so, not helping. I was just about done, the truck was even warmed up when I noticed that my hair was all messed up, I looked like a wild man. I reached for my comb, no comb, and worse no wallet. No wallet equals no license and no CC’s. Tried to go back into the house for my wallet, the door was locked, of course I slammed it because it was cold! No keys! Took inventory, no money, no phone, no ID. Panic! Got in the truck to warm up, I remembered something that I used to do called thinking but I couldn’t remember how to do it. I think it involved my brain somehow, haven’t heard from that in weeks. That’s why I asked you to unlock the door. All the windows except the bathroom were locked. As I was trying to think I recalled that both the basement and shed were open – tools! I had access to tools, and ladders. Rather than slit the screen on the bathroom window I decided to try to force the lock on the door. What a time I had doing that, yes the door that pops open all by itself every now and then. Did it though, went inside, warmed up and collected everything that I needed. I am not going to survive without a brain, especially in this weather! I have to learn to pay attention somehow, relearn. It’s scary!
Those are my scary stories. Some one told me that when I care about some one, I totally care about them. That I am an, “all or nothing” guy. I never considered that there was any other way to be. I wonder if that’s a bad thing? I’ve always been that way as long as I can remember. Makes sense to me, explains why I always hurt so much when I lose someone. I’m going to9 Kristin’s tomorrow for Pat’s birthday, really I’m going to play with the grandsons (thing1 and thing2) for awhile. I threw your calendar away, the one from last year, cried, as you know.
Till the Snow stops falling, Your Ken
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