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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

asleep baby

asleep baby
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

There is a Viagra commercial on t.v in the other room. One of my ears caught the tail end of the warnings and 'in case of's. My other ear is trained on the lovely honey that is the voice of Ray Lamontagne.

I didn't think I would do much shopping this year. A few odds and ends, small gifts for friends and family. Despite my best laid plans, I found myself swallowed by the numbing traffic and smelly crowds that make up the frenzy that is the Christmas season. If I'm not finished now, I never will be. I just can't plaster on a smile and jog through the people as though I'm elated it's almost baby Jesus' birthday.

Most of my family arrived in London this afternoon. My older sister asked me to play sentry at her house in the North end, with promises of satellite television and cheese sandwiches when all I wanted to do was crawl onto the air mattress and slip underwater for a few hours. In preparation for what, I have no idea. There is just the general feeling of impending...something.

So, everyone arrived. Then they wanted to shop (I wanted to weep), but I gamely went, where everyone else was. Ick.

Things to be done around the house. Like the chalkboard and curtain hanging. Laundry. Those things that make us all the same. But my thoughts are on Marble and how he'll be leaving when the rest of the family does. I guess maybe he isn't my dog, after all. I suppose we'll see.

But now, I think I'll go catch the last 15 minutes of American Justice on A & E and get my breath back. If I don't hear from you before then, Happy Christmas, readers.


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