I miss you, my sweet girl. Wish you were here to help me open my birthday presents. When I wear that doggy necklace, I think of you.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
1. Endless Sea #2 - Marin Headlands, California, 2. Bean Hollow Surf #1 - San Mateo County, California, 3. Sun and Storm - Greywhale Cove, California, 4. Garrapata Surf #4 - Big Sur, California, 5. Swift's - 19501218 Life, 6. Mmmm, canned pressed ham!, 7. Swifts Party Recipe Ideas, 8. Wilson Ham
The excerpt is from the book, "A Winter's Tale," by Mark Helprin. This is my favorite book in the whole wide world. Love it. I remember the very moment my sister put it down, I grabbed it and it was love at first read. I love the descriptions Mark Helprin writes.
The foamy ham. That's the best description I can find to explain my brain fog. Thanks to my monthly hormone warfare, I am in a fog. It's a loud foamy ham in my head. It sizzles and it crashes over me. It's the waves and the foam and sand. I cannot focus, I can't reason, I cannot think. There will be no learning anything new today.
I've lost jobs because of how foggy I was. I tried explaining but it was of no avail. That's just how I get at this time. Sound the fog horns, because this ship will be lost for a while. I accidentally typed "lost" and "toast" and got loast. Yes, I am a lost, foggy, soggy, piece of toast. With a slice of ham.
But being inside all this foam and noise is nice. I'm in a cocoon. It's a small vacation from life. Sadly, It won't last and out of the fog the crabs will come out of hiding.