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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Wow, Keyboard Still Works...

I'm sitting in McAllister's Deli, marveling at the fact that I'm here alone.

Laptop is to the left of me, and to my right - a dead Angus Spud.  With gravy.  I killed it.  I inhaled that thing like I've never before been priveleged enough to experience gravy. 

No one was bugging me to taste it.  No one sticking their fork in my plate before I was done with it.  I'm all alone.

Well there are some irritating little Asian kids screaming their heads off in the next booth, but they're not mine so they don't count.

No kids, no man, no coworkers, no boss, no dog crapping on my carpet.  Just me.  Not 'just me' crapping on my carpet, but just me - here alone. 

I'm not figuring out how to pay bills.  Not worrying about what to feed the kids for dinner.  I only spent $9 feeding me instead of $45 feeding the whole family.   I'm not engaging in any Facebook or Twitter fist-fights on my Droid (and that's the kind of entertainment I'm driven to when I don't have time to express myself in other ways).  I'm not suffering through my daughter's math homework (she always has the most complicated shit to do), nor am I listening to Nature Boy explain why whatever bad thing happened at school today wasn't his fault.

It's just me for a couple hours.  I think I like it. 

And ... after that, I don't know what to say - for the moment.  I think, maybe, that just getting words down on the page even though they may be scatterbrained and incoherent is almost as therapeautic as putting words on the page that do make sense. 

See, that shit didn't make sense.  But it felt good to write it. 

I'm supposed to have Wednesday evenings away from home for the time being. Thank you Sunshine.  Hopefully it will actually be a regular thing.  When you're a mom, you never know. 

I should probably go. That potato is already working on me... or is it the gravy?

Oh yeah, I think this may be the shortest blog I ever wrote.  Guess that's how it works when you ain't got shit to say.

Yeah, I should go.  Laptop battery is quietly suggesting that I shut it down and come back another day.

Hope you've all been well.  See you next week?

~N

3 comments:

  1. It's always good to have a little "ME" time!

    By the way... It's the Gravy! Lol

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  2. I love their gravy, too bad my digestive system doesn't!

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  3. J*Carter11/19/2011

    U said u "killed" that spud. Naw homie, u KILT that spud. Lol

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