Monthly Archives: January 2012

2011 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,900 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 48 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.


It Was Two Years Ago Today

I am sitting in solitude a lot lately with so many questions and thoughts to ponder. With a daughter that has a blood disease and needs a regular medical schedule. Together with thoughts of recollection of the past years because of the recent transition of the new year to the realization that today a year ago was the day that my mother passed. I miss you mom. Just some simple thinking coming amongst my brain. As I don’t have the answers or knowledge of her days in life i gave her and than i guess that I am understanding why you have been nagging and pulling at my heart and mind a lot more recently lately, as it was two years ago today that you died. I am hoping and believing that this is you trying to acknowledge me and let me know that you are here and still trying to let me know that you are still in a sense by my side. Maybe not in so many words and actions as I am used to but by my heart hoping that it is so. Mom, I love you.

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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized


The Traveler I Now Am

Traveling now where we once traveled together I now become my own traveler.
Looking about with each step that I take I see just all that I have seen once before, but this time is different.
Each empty branch and each limb on a tree I take notice of as it does not pass by me. The two sets of footprints that once followed me are a single traveler among that fresh bank of snow. Seeing in a different light which I had once known even in the night passes me by now with a bit of discomfort, unfamiliar and fright.
Seeing my life with two different eyes and you no longer a traveler at my side makes me restless even at the best of times.
At times making me fall in tears and cry
Or drop toy knees wanting to hide. My life is just not the same anymore with you gone and no longer walking in thru the door. Just to hear you speak once more or feel you cry on my shoulder when we’d have a good talk to comfort each other and make each other get the last word or last laugh.
Even when I was at my lowest low you helped me to keep my head high and have something to live for in life now.
But when I was all settled and thought it all was alright that was when I was alone and came back to realization of life and what it is now reminding me once again of life without you here by my side yet again. Making me the traveler who I now am.

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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized


Lucky Numbers Eleven And Seven

My favorite number.
Number eleven.
Eleven, eleven it rhymes with seven.
Seven is said to be lucky too.
With seven dwarfs to look after you and always try to protect you.
Seven, seven, seven always was best.
With God Protecting you with his grace and peace.
In good standings you should be when seven ate nine, and nine met ten and together chased the bad guys down eleventh street again.
Living life in twelve hour time to reminisce upon this subtle rhyme of lucky number eleven and seven will only turn you for a whim and leave you nothing more or less by the end.

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Posted by on January 3, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized