07.10.06 It's late and I should be tired. Well, maybe not - as I slept on and off all day. But to feel tired again without prescription help is more than I can resist, and I've quite enjoyed these past few weeks in spite of my jangled dreams. It's also funny to remember each dream in such detail so as to confuse myself on what is real. I sometimes catch myself having a memory only to remember that it was a dream. (or was it?) What else... MB and I stayed up all night on Friday after we closed the bar and drank wine on her front porch. She lives out in the mountainy-windingroady-cricketschirpity part of this place, and all at once the sun just sort of popped up and "ah, I remember why I don't completely hate it here."... I slept on her sofa until about noon and got to do it all over again (work) Saturday night. But, BFh is home again after escorting his father back to GA for an appointment with his heart specialist. He still makes that trip every now and again just to see that one doctor. (Or is it because he's afraid of being completely in this new life?) Either way, it's now only one of two ties back to ATL. Since J died on the first of June, and I attended her memorial on the 21st - there is only my mother left there for me to go back to. Even B0 is in FLA, and the rest of them I'm not even sure about any more. One of our friends joined the Army and is still in basic training, one of our friends is in prison, and that's about all I know. Funny, though. I don't miss them anymore. (I don't think I do...) Just missing that 'part' of my memory, which I did enjoy going back to when I was wandering off to sleep. Like now. Probably forever. |
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