Post Lunch Anger

[This was written last week...I don't remember what day]

He moves his muscles in random, graceful directions. Pulling and pushing to extremes while his stomache attempts digestion of the lead weight now present within. Paing crashes against the canvas of a conversation, marking it with indiscernable figures of emotion. Red overtakes. Soaking deep into the woven fabric forming the rest of his day, or at least the next several hours. Work will not be as it was previous to this tension. An opportunity to amend will not present itself for what now seems like days.

You have to go now.

As if my intillect and alertness, generally more keen, were less aware. As if my decision to remain had been overlooked or neglected, or worse: Traded. My attempts to grasp the last bits of a fleeting smile, in hopes of rebuilding before the conclusion of this moment, the only of its kind, thwarted by five words and one punctuational end piece.

Hold on with me instead!

My strength subdued by such a seemingly insignificant grouping of words. A papercut of a sentence! My ice cream pushed out of the cone and onto the ground below. A saddened and withdrawn state I now find myself in. Or is it that I'm choosing to hold back because the line between master and tyrant has become blurred?

Oh, my dear, sweet Jesus! Show me where to step. Give my feet direction and my legs the strength to move them.

My Favorite Chair In The Shop

To the editor:

I'm sitting on my favorite chair in the shop having coffee and donuts with Jerry the ogre, writing about nothing because the thoughts that I'm thinking aren't ready to be writ.

It's a Friday. Capital F for Freedom; a weekend getaway for two in the lofty spaces and brick encased cubicles until Monday do us part. Lower case m for monotinous. Because not even Jerry likes Mondays.

Although, in its defense, I've grown accustomed to the few expectations that accompany the first of the five day waiting period. Freedom is far off, so little energy is directed toward its approach. I suppose it's that stowed anticipation that brings Monday to a close without much delay.

Moving on.

A heterogeneous compilation of thought in a variety of vocabulary, analogy and spaghetti. The male mind attempting at least a glance of that plate, functionally adorned with sauce and a meatball or two. Follow one strand and you'll inevitably find yourself shaking hands with the whole dish and returning to your first position. Understanding is present but limited.

She cannot even begin to attempt categorization and compartmentalization of the noodly mess. It is far too great a mass to undertake such an eternal project. Each is delicately and inoperably intertwined with the whole.

He cannot interrelate. To do so would be to disregard the organization, to remove the logic. To push his reasoned mind beyond boundaries, resulting in a catastrophic multi-system failure.

For the next portion of the tour, please put on your 3-D glasses, virtual reality gloves and one sock. You choose the foot.

Two birds were sitting on a fence by a railroad track. Both were hit by stray walnuts. Was that fair? One of the birds was blue and the other was ambidextrous. One of the walnuts was actually a Beagle. A few more alterations? The railroad track was trimmed with lace and the fence heard voices. That should do it.

This room was constructed in 1736 and stapled to the main house a month after its completion. It was designed for the soul purpose of housing Mr. Van Wumpit's couches. Being a superstitious man, he didn't want his furniture walking off unkempt for the neighbors to see. Who knows what aristocratic cleaning parties would ensue?

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What Value Hath A Post?

Alyssa set out at the beginning of this semester to write or draw something in her artistic journal every day. Sometimes she simply puts something creative in that she accomplished during the day. The important part is that it's a daily practice.

I said I'd blog every day with her.

If you just laughed, I'm glad you caught that. No, I haven't been keeping up. But no, I'm not sad about it. To show remorse would mean that I regret not having done this daily, which I don't. It does sadden me that I haven't held to my word, especially as it was to Alyssa, but it does not sadden me to know I've given up some posting nights for other things. A conversation with Alyssa, for example, or a fun night with the guys followed by an immediate need for bed time.

Busy weekends, despite the need to rest, find me away from my laptop (and the internet for that matter). Responsibilities and random happenings of life. You see, as much as I love to write (and consequently, blog), it's not on the top of my priorities list. I would like to hone my skills but losing out on other parts of my day so that this can be accomplished just doesn't seem worth it. I'm not willing to make that kind of sacrifice.

I just don't want to allow blogging to have that much power over my time. To be in dire need of sleep some evening, or to have some responsibilities that must be attended to, but to put them aside to make sure some words are posted here.

Like right now. I'm really tired. I'm posting this because I can copy and paste it (I typed it up a week or two ago and it's been sitting on my desktop awaiting a publishing date). It's an entry that took little effort this evening. That helps me to get to sleep faster.

And that's what I need more tonight.

Lame, I know...

It's been about two weeks since I've had enough of a machine run time that I could write. It's nice to have a few minutes back.

First thing I did: Read the Bible. Matthew 23, Seven Woes. I want to read about this murder of Zecheriah "between the temple and the altar" (NIV). Most of all, I miss spending time with my God. I want to read his letters and get to know him more. Deeply.

Second thing I did: Called Colleen at the church. I asked if I could borrow the projector and screen. Matt might bring over Halo 3 tonight. Oh yeah. It's Monday. "Guy's Night". I plan on returning it to a spiritual event soon. Koinonia (Acts 2:42, "fellowship"). A little pizza, maybe a beer and Halo 3. Mmm...guy time.

Third thing I did: You just read it.