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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I Need a Man...
A particular man. The sand man. Been about three days since my last sleep. Wait, four nights. This is my third night without sleep. Tonight I fell to sleep on the couch watching old Star Trek tapes: Voyager, Deep Space 9, Next Generation. I awakened after about an hour. Not sure why. Then the phone rang. 1:10 a.m. Linda was in trouble, so I drove to her house. She couldn't get her bed to go up (the head part) and she was in extreme pain. Poor sweetheart. She's so alone. Her daughter is at the end of her rope, so she is gone for a while. Linda is alone all night now, from 5:00 p.m. on unless I find people to come sit with her for a while each night. That's very difficult, especially at this time of year. I fixed the bed and held her hand until she fell to sleep. Then I sat in the kitchen for a couple of hours working on Church of the Old Mermaids, just to make certain she was okay. Now I'm home again. Tried to sleep. Couldn't. Put in another Deep Space 9 tape.
I finished the rewrite of COTOM when I got home. At least the first run-through of this rewrite.
The wind is blowing outside. An almost full moon brightens the whole world. I looked at the headlines online. Read some articles. Felt sick to my stomach. To hell in a handbasket, that is for sure.
Now I think I'll make some toast, then try to sleep. If you sent me a letter last week and I never wrote back, you might want to try again. My kimantieau.com e-mail went down for a couple of days last week. If you wrote to me in the past couple of days, I've just been otherwise occupied.
Is this coherent?
See you on the flip side. I'll be back after I get some sleep and get COTOM finished. 2 commentsAll photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2007 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
I finished the rewrite of COTOM when I got home. At least the first run-through of this rewrite.
The wind is blowing outside. An almost full moon brightens the whole world. I looked at the headlines online. Read some articles. Felt sick to my stomach. To hell in a handbasket, that is for sure.
Now I think I'll make some toast, then try to sleep. If you sent me a letter last week and I never wrote back, you might want to try again. My kimantieau.com e-mail went down for a couple of days last week. If you wrote to me in the past couple of days, I've just been otherwise occupied.
Is this coherent?
See you on the flip side. I'll be back after I get some sleep and get COTOM finished. 2 comments
2 Comments:
wishing you a visit from the sandman, and enough hours to actually enjoy it.:)
Wren
Sending the same wish - a good eight-hour embrace from Morpheus. Congratulations on finishing the draft! That's great news in what sounds like a hard stretch.
By Theriomorph, at 5:49 AM