post #2

sometimes i wish i was this masterful blogger, with thousands of followers who leave enormous numbers of comments and stand in line to meet her when she has a book signing or appears at the grocery store to get a quart of milk, some cat food, carpet cleaning foam, and Jolly Ranchers...that my words would reach up into the part of people's hearts that makes their throats go all tight, and tears fill their eyes, and they say "she knows me so well" and then they write another comment.  once in a while, i can pull off a post that comes from someplace inside me that feels good and true and alive, and simply must be acknowledged.
mostly, though, my posts are a chaotic rickety mess of a life, thrown up in the air after slipping on a wayward dog toy on the 4th stair from the bottom just before the sharp curve at the bottom as i race to the sink to get resin out of my hair before it dries into a PeeWee Herman-esque nightmare at about the same time the doorbell and phone ring, scaring the cat out from hiding and into my direct path, necessitating an aerial evasive move worthy of a P-51 Mustang in order to not squash the cat upon landing...
Please note the exits at the front of the plane, the rear of the plane and over the wings.