Speak no ill of the dead

[mnaz]

I had to fart in the wind. It was time.

[hester_prynne]

Wasnt the trannie!!!!
Some big bolt fell out near that wheel and it caused reverse to freeze up.
Put the bolt in, car runs better than ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zip ah dee do dah!
H

[stilltrucking]

I am so superstitious
traditional for me to visit the ancestors in the fall

Baby sister still go so many issues still
twenty three years after our mother's death
There must be some advantage to being a woman.
I mean sons get off so easy






So she is conflicted about going with me.
She is going she is not going
Next week end or the week end after that
Everytime she changes her mind
So after about three years of waiting for her to come along I decide to just go visit the grave by myself this past fall.

When I get about two blocks away from the grave yard I see the temperature gauge is way over in the red. The car shuts off I manage to roll the last little bit into the cemetary.

I spend a couple hours walking around looking for her grave but it has been so many years I forgot where it was. I never found it. So the wrecker comes and I go home.

And I think, was mom pissed at me because I did not bring her daughter with me, is she reaching out from beyond the grave to jinx my car? sounds so weird but I really did think that.

At this late stage in my life I am trying to pay attention to what is on the end of my forked mind. Those thoughts that flit across the screen of consciousness and then dissapear back into the shadows. Repression, they say civilization is all about repression. Got to keep a lid on our Monsters from The ID.

So other than looking for a good time I wonder why I have been doing my existential strip tease here.



this is all chopped up hester


I will try to make this more coherent later


You know after Sylvia Plath's father died she wrote a contract for her mother to sign stating that she would not marry again.

I know my mother could have married again
She met a sweet man who made her laugh
But my sister was not going to have another man around.
After her experience with her father
I could understand it.


That is good news Hester. But walking ain't bad either. Everyone was after me to fix my car but I was doing okay without it. I finally caved in and fixed it. But for a few months I was walking everywhere. It is all so convienent here, everything was within walking distance.

Happy motoring sister T

Diogenes would love your mechanic