zwischeraum

zwisheraum - the title of the blog as it should be - a conversation overheard at the Y this morning - some loud woman berating the health care system, and by the way, she is on tri-care, a gov't sponsored insurance system that works remarkably well - some guy she knows has to do some paperwork to get his primary physician changed: this is what Obama wants with privitization, you don't have any choices. you get what you get. yeah, it's free, but you have no choices. she's disgusted, probably on the honorable doug lamborn's email list - i didn't say anything, although i walked right past them. what to do? try ot inform them? insult them? impale them on my rapier wit? went swimming, that's what.

so now i have to figure out how to change the name of this thing and upload pictures of my dog. <3 i open my heart to you.

you can't expect your hair to stay nice if you are putting on a stocking cap three times a day...all the wisdom i can impart - just saying.

for someone who cannot manage to check into a facebook page more than once a week or less, a blog is daunting. on my very first post, i managed to misspell cana and for an english major that is major. the blog - what's the point?- is likely a manifestation of my need to find some clarity in my writing career and frankly, to have something to claim when i go to the benet pines zen writing retreat. My writing life? well, yes, i actually have a blog. i have several notebooks of poetry, two unfinished novels and one concept that is not working at all. however, all of that pales in the face of (1) the burning need to clean my office and (2) the equally burning need to change the name of this blog. writer's unblock simply will not do. for now, i am off to stir the soup.

feast of the holy family

sunday after christmas - we are celebrating the feast of the holy family; gospel reading relates the young christ, about 12, who gets left behind in the temple as his family's caravan returns home. three days later, he's located by mom and dad, who are not amused. after all, they have misplaced the light of the world, who is revealed to be a typical adolescent: hey, no big deal, where did you think i'd be? one of my favorites on the rosary beads, along with the wedding at cana, where mom has to persuade jesus to get on with his mission and just turn the water in to wine already. the weather has warmed, the sun is shining and it's still christmas.