It’s never too “latte,” I always say.
Oops, hang on a sec… Dropped my lathe on my foot there, buddy. Ouch. Horizontal axis rotating tools are surely a danger! Ask Lukey. I bet he knows…
There are bits and pieces and portions and parts of my life that I’ve not yet written down here on my “digital journal.” Years and months and ages of pages of me are omitted. No, not because of any lesser significance. Merely because I’m older now, more prone to the release of several measures of youth. Measures that I need to recall, but measures that goeth before my fall. I fell alot, y’all. And took prisoners along my descent. It’s just that I’m so far removed from that era, I forget so easily. I just don’t recognize that Dee anymore. But still-it behooves me to recall, if nothing more than a method by which to keep myself firmly planted in the garden of sense and rooted in the land of justice. Here we go kiddies…
Barb. 1995. What an eff-fest THAT was. I was a carbon-copy of a fiasco, those days.
Then came (anonymous). I saw her at the ball field and there/then was the beginning of my undoing. Schemed, planned, cavorted and manipulated my way to a first date. I tripped and fell into her without once looking ahead. Without ever looking back. Down the rabbit hole, Alice.
It’s been more than a decade since I’ve really put my mind to analysis about those days. But as I press and prod my brain to recall, it all comes readily back to my frontal lobe.
This is another one of those: ‘to be continued posts.’
Bummer. But I’m really weary this week.
I’m feeling beat down a bit and I very much miss my girl in Pa.
Nevertheless, I’ll continue this story. Probably tomorrow, since I have an entire glorious day to enjoy football and my narcissistic self. I have much to say on this very topic. No, silly. Not narcissism, Deeiscoolism!
See y’all then.
Ok, so I didn’t quite fit myself or my words into the aforementioned timetable. I must have needed to sleep because I missed a couple of other engagements too. Oh well. C’est la vie. The story WILL get told. (Without any persuasion from any peanut gallery attendees, either. Ahem!) No worries, I don’t often look backward with disdain. Only “aha” moments and life lessons. Except for that one time during a thunderstorm…
Ole Bec said:
on November 29, 2009 at 2:15 pm
I think Lukey would indeed laugh at your latest post. The thought of “Ole Bec” handling any tool, if only to manipulate the spelling, would surely bring a chuckle. “Ole Bec” is Lukey’s adopted term of endearment and I’ve grown quite fond of that name. Well, I am totally confused by which topic you need to write more about: deeiscoolism or that mysterious woman child on the ball field? I definetely think the “damsel in distress” would make for a better story. She sounds like she had all the elements of good literature: a problem to be solved, a rising action, a climax, a falling action, and the resolution. Damn…the story even has the set up for a sequel! I think I remember seeing you two play in the rain (more like a down pour) one day smack dab in center field. All the other fools on the team were smart enough to take cover in the dug out…but not that silly girl! Yes, I anxiously await to hear the master story teller unravel the “deetails”. I can’t wait to figure out the genre: mystery, adventure, or better yet, an epic! Please don’t make it a tragedy. How I hate sad endigs. I like endings where every one learns their lessons before it is too “latte”. After all, patience was never one of my virtues, and I surely don’t want to wait to my next life time to hear how the story ends. After more than a decade of “never looking back”, the story definely has the potential for a surprise ending, even if the story had many “twists and turns”. There must of been some reason you chose not to remember until years later. Perhaps it was a measure of perservation so the story could end with both of you maintaining your dignity and respect. Well, my dear Dee Dee, you have quite a task before you. How I do love to hear a good story. Just like Robert Redford in “Out of Africa” I anxiously await to hear from the master story teller. I think I’ll snuggle down by my fire pit with a hot cup of “lathe” and listen to the tails…oops, I mean tales of latte!” Try reading “Do You. Remember…”before you begin. That should stir some ancient memories of long ago but really not so far away in the deeper recesses of your frontal lobe. And do keep in mind, everything written is out of love and never intended to hurt. I am still beckoning the angels up above to give me angel feet so I leave no foot prints if I should happen to walk on your back again. I am not sure they listened to me as of yet, fate has it I still have a few lessons in life I need to learn.
Ole Bec said:
on November 29, 2009 at 3:59 pm
I find your lack of response quite baffling but rest assured I respect your choices. A wise old person told me one time that everyone comes into this world with their own unique perceptions, but it is the Master’s divine plan to someday realize that reality ultimately lies somewhere in the middle. Fate is at the wheel of this journey and the final destination has already been written in the “Master’s Book”. I always find it useful from time to time to remember the past, it provides clarity and knowlege to guide me through the future. Yet, I have long ago realized I cannot manipulate the reactions (or lack of reactions) of others. I acknowledge that silence may be a good thing for I have probably already prodded too much, and accept my fate. I only hope that from time to time you will be able to sit down to a hot cup of “lathe” and smile knowing we may have finally stumbled across that middle ground. Love and Peace to my dear friend Dee Dee.