Swirling

I thought I was understanding everything everyone was saying in the courtroom. They were all speaking English and using words I understood. So, I should have been able to understand. But I didn’t. All I knew was I was crying. Sobbing really. I couldn’t breathe.

And I didn’t know why.

As soon as Judge Reese said, “There is nothing that I can do except what society expects of me,” I knew where we were heading and my brain stopped being able to absorb the information or translate the sounds into meaningful words. It was just a swirling, garbled mess of groans and moans.

Or maybe that was me.

My best friend is going away for life. I’ve watched him transform right before my eyes into this man that I’ve always been able to see beneath the surface of his façade and this morning, I heard the sentence that condemned him to live behind bars for his entire life.

I cannot compute.

I imagine that, when my brain comes back online, or when my heart starts beating again, or when I start breathing again, or when I am able to string together intelligible thoughts again, I will have more to say. But now… right now… all I have are sobs that are wrenching up from the root of me and crashing out into the universe.

A long, mournful wail. It’s all I’ve got.

Hooping

Hula Hooping looks fun.
I made Hula Hooping very difficult.
I couldn't keep my hoop up to save my life. Three rotations and PLOP! Every time.
I judge that Hula Hooping sucks.
That is all.

Stunning...

So, all day long, I have felt uncomfortable. It has felt like something has been lodged in my gut, trying to push out, much akin to that attractive Alien birthing scene. Tonight, when I got undressed, my hand brushed against my abdomen as I eased my pants down my hips. I was stunned to feel a raised welt across my belly. I glanced down and discovered a flaming hot rash running from the right side of my stomach starting directly in line with my right nipple around to the left, just in line with the inner curve of my left breast. This raging streak was about an inch wide and raised about 1/8 of an inch. Stretching beyond this strand of welts, on each end, was a marking that looked like a healing slice that wound around and stopped abruptly on the vertical midline on each side. Amazingly enough, the location of the raised rash was the exact area I rubbed all night last night to indicate where it felt like the gaping hole had been left.

Matrimony Madness

Soooooo... just now on MSN.com there was this picture (I have embedded the link to the article, which I did not read, that this picture was advertising. If you are interested, you can click on the pic and go there...):

I was shocked to hear myself thinking, "It is always madness!"

Oh dear! I am truly jaded and cynical when it comes to this topic. Perhaps incurably so...