New shawl titled a Splat in Purest Green

I am

A writer who doesn't write

     despite the words

A dancer who doesn't dance

     despite the sounds

A fighter in flight.

An observer

       a soul in crisis.

A thinker, a reader

     an ear, a heart

Crafty but not creative

       the elements, not the arts

A feeler who can turn cold

A pattern seer

        the color within the lines.

A terrible cook and a worse drinker of wine.

A romantic and a realist combined.

When your heart breaks...

"When your heart breaks on behalf of someone else, what is fear?" - Sister Simone/ Jeremy Courtney. (forum participants)

Petsmart

Dear Petsmart,

Please do not put the deceptively similar packaging of dog food with the cat food. Yes, I didn't read the bag, but really? A wolf and lynx when you're tired in an identical shiny green bag after a long day at work look the same. 40 bucks and 11 lbs of DOG food later and it's back to Petsmart for the CAT version. /sigh

Sincerely,
Disgruntled Crazy Cat Lady Whose Cats Eat Better Than She Does

Atlanta Traffic Woes

Dear Inconsiderate Lexus-

You're in the fast lane. Yay, you! At the very least you should be going 70 mph, especially if NO ONE is in front of you. Now, I understand you're comfortable, but when it's obvious you need to move right (because you effing can and it's the law! and I can't because I'm blocked) then DO SO! DO NOT FLIP ME OFF AND POINT TO THE HOV LANE WITH THE DOUBLE LINE. YOU IDIOT! First of all, you are kindly asking me to break traffic laws by either considering the HOV lane or passing you on the right. It is clear you do not understand the laws of the road and should have your license revoked. I hope your blinkers shrivel up and fall off.

Sincerely,
Offended Orange Subaru

Dear Black Minivan with Tennessee tags,  If you EVER try to run me off the road due to bad planning at the 85/75 connector split in midtown again, I will follow you and dismantle not only your car, but your soul.  Sincerely, Someone on the Verge of a Conniption Dear Drivers on 75 S, Yes, the big burning day star is called the sun. Yes, it comes up every morning and is brighter in the summer. If you had any common sense (forget good sense) at all, you would wear sunglasses and not slam on your brakes every three feet for over an hour as I try to get to work. You know who you are, and right now I hate you and wish for your demise. Sincerely, Pacifist with Acute Road Rage

LCL

Ever Read Lady Chatterley's Lover?  Don't.  Everyone is a twit.  It's turns complicated and contrary human feelings, which are real and true into a hyperbole of tamed extremes (if that makes sense) and everyone loses their balls and turns into idiots .  Even the phrase, " We fucked a flame into being" couldn't save it. Also, could D.H. Lawrence use more exclamation marks? 

Old travel pictures- in no particular order