A blog a day keeps the doctor at bay

Quote of the day:

Don't get too teary eyed about the past or you'll get lost in it. That's advice from an historian, by the way. From my good friend David.

I dreamed that Ada died, and, in the dream I cried and cried, yelled and wailed.

I dreamed that I said to a Tarot card reader:

Trying to please my mother was like having a stone around my heart.

I awoke to Ada's little paw on my face, gently reminding me it was time for her treats.

I lay silently for awhile thinking about my dreams.

I wanted to tell Tom about them. I wanted to tell him how I think the stone has been lifted from my heart, but he was working out how to use the new remote for our TV.

So, I came into my office and wrote about it in my blog.

I needed to record it, speak it or see it.

Somewhere.

With a witness.

And then I hung up a picture of Molly on my wall. Ada sat up and stared and stared.

I've been listening to this a lot lately on my commuting travels:

Eric Clapton
Back Home

I've been on the road too long
Moving in the wrong direction
I don't know where I belong
I don't know what I will do
If I can't get back home

Troubles I've got on my rope
They don't fit no other person
Memories keep rollin' on
I don't know what I will do
If I can't get back home

I don't fit but I don't give a damn
I won't quit 'cause I know who I am
And I admit and I've been on the left

Bit by bit, I'll review my plan
This is it, do the best I can
Trust and understand

'Cause I know that I am loved
'Cause I'll be on my way
Got no need to stay 'round here

'Cause I been on this road too long
Going in the wrong direction
And I don't know where I come from
All I know is I will die
If I don't get back home

Comments

[tamarika]

Thank you, Danny.

[Danny]

I love how you use your blog. I love what you said:

"I needed to record it, speak it or see it.
Somewhere.
With a witness."

Exactly!