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grrr

2014-05-07 09.25.22Photo on 5-8-14 at 11.16 AM

 

Forgot my phone. Used the laptop. When did one’s phone become one’s camera?

So, when one wears glasses long enough, the bit where the glasses are supported on the bridge, if it isn’t fitted well, ends up having divots. Still have the divots. Also – reading glasses because blind. Rocking the sexy librarian look. Or maybe it’s old lady look.

Words: angry (fucking hormones), breathing, ambulatory

2014-05-06 11.10.49

words

Ambulatory, approaching, falling

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Walking is just controlled falling.
“Odd. It feels like ice running down my leg.”
Cody replies, “Maybe you should use your cane.”
“But it isn’t hurting.” He gives me a patient look. “Hand me my cane?”

A few more days until the end of the semester. Teachers look forward to Summer every bit as much as students do. Looking forward to the cool basement in the Summer heat, affectionately referred to as the WeezCave. Plans for stop motion animation, miniature building, miniature painting, sewing, and if my leg cooperates I can take my bike out. If if i f. If not, maybe the pool can help me heal.

I want my body back. I want it the way I remember it looking and working. Small desires.

2014-05-05 12.11.53

thanks for playing

Words: loved, connected, ephemeral

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So glad the kids were willing to play. They’re a good lot

Dave stopped by my office to check in on me. Guess my general withdrawl from the world is noticable. The limp is not confused with swagger. A gentle invitation to connect. “Friends can be work in the short term, but it is helpful in the long run.” Words from my wise  bear-friend.

Cody suggested he take me out one night this week. I just want to keep my head down. But Dave is right. I should go.

I have moments of okay, random as sunshine this seeming Spring. It’s as sporadic as the rains and my tears. Fucking hormones. I think that’s what it is. A detached self observes the insanity from some bird’s eye view.

2014-05-04 02.47.42

rest

 

Cheating. Was up at 2 in the morning. I’m counting this as yesterday and today.

2014-05-04 02.47.42I don’t even remember. Teo? Right. He wuffed me up. Not sure if I even woke up really. Had vague memory of that selfie thing I hadn’t done. Grabbed the phone, resumed the warm spot. Click.

Words: What is the opposite of lucid? Whatever it is…THAT. My boys are angels when they are asleep. Maybe everyone is. Words…impatient, groggy, warm

 

2014-05-01 14.44.25

Inside and Outside are not the same

I’ll try to remember the words, but first a comment…There really are two sets of words. There is the sense of self before the picture, and the sense of self based upon the critical eye looking at the artifact of self. These are not the same.

When I got home, the light was a soft after rain glow. I plopped down on the stoop and took the shot. Work day was done. Not yet time to get the boys. Words: island, ephemeral, okay. Then I look at the picture and see wrinkles, and the face that is not smiling is so very serious. This doesn’t look like a happy person. Those words would be pensive, concerned, tired.

2014-05-01 11.09.04

Do this before I forget. Words: transitioning, beginning, rehearsing. In the car, on the way to work I go over the lines. Professing as performance: what is the point of this day? What will be the beats of the show. Where do I bring them into the ensemble?

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Words: fragile, brittle, precipice. It’s a no-coffee-yet point in the day. Grabbed an apple for breakfast, fed Teo and Ripley and Noot, headed out. I took the shot as I got into the car. Didn’t really look at the shot I’m about to post.

Last night, after work I went to the grocery store. Pain shot through my leg and I fell as my calf cramped. I just sat there in the middle of the aisle breathing, waiting for my leg to uncurl. A woman asked if I was okay? “I’ll be alright. I just need to sit here a bit.” I am guessing it was not a convincing smile. Got the groceries. Got into the car. I wept.

Today is still rocky. Don’t you hate having so much feeling it leaks out?

Again the disconnect between the feeling inside and the exterior artifact of the moment. (I am just guessing).

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2014-04-30 09.13.31

Gravity inevitable

Words: Aging, slowing, treading.

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The jowls sag just a bit; the chin too. It feels more like Autumn than Spring. I wane rather than wax.

This selfie project has few rules. One shot. No filter. Once a day. Notable imperfections, and some consistencies are visible. The self-image does not match the photograph…both good and ill.

It continues.

2014-04-29 17.46.03

Where I didn’t shave my head

Words: Something-that-describes-when-the-rain-stops-and-the-sun-comes-out, rock star, breathing.

2014-04-29 17.46.03

 

Eff it. The appointment for the hair doing is in a few hours. I stop a small gaggle of students. “I’ve got an appointment,” I point to my head. “Do I chop it all off?”

The guys say, “Nooooo!” Guys seem to dig long hair. Angela says, “Give me a number between one and two.”

“Two.”

She looks blankly at me. I return the look. Then we start laughing because she doesn’ know what it was supposed to mean, and it doesn’t matter anyway.

Later – “Missy, I’m in a menopausal hormonal crazy. I’m ready for radical.” She talks me down. Nothing drastic. “Color?” Also, nothing too crazy because she knows I’ll regret it. (She’s awesome that way). This is what friends and good hairdressers do…they prevent you from stupidity.

See? This is me nod doing something insane, like buying a car. Or getting a buzz cut. Or becoming a platinum blonde.

Stupid hormones.

2014-04-23 07.13.51

F

Words: Pained, dull, fronting. (slang for putting up a front).

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There is a definite relationship between disposition and mobility. Holding onto the walls, cruising like a toddler learning to walk. Regressing or fast forward? Maybe this is what it means when one says “It’s all downhill from here.” There was a peak, and this is that slope past it.

Riding a bike down a mountain, letting gravity do its thing, time whips by. This slope is steep. Time whips by sans the exhilaration. “F” if for front. “F” is for face. Take a pill. Ease the crash.