Random Stuff

Okay, so even though I don't really have anything to say, i'm writing anyway, but here's the thing, i really didn't think anybody read this, so i'm writing this ..... i don't know why.  This is my boy, Sky, who is nine.  He drew this picture when he was seven.  he looks exactly like this except that right now his hair is pretty long.

If you want to see him in action, here is a link to a movie his buddy (my ex-nephew Jasper) took.  Never mind, I couldn't figure out how to do that, but if you go to utube, and type in ffuP, you will see it.

I'm writing about sky because I don't really have much to say, I ran 2 miles yesterday, and i'm stiff as a board.

Let's see there is this delirious garden in my head, it is spring after all, with colombines, narcissus, bleeding hearts, and hyacinths.  The air is heavier, and thundering right now, crackling.  

You have to let go of the past to move on.  And you have to go forward, there is no past, except in memory, totally subjective.  There is no future except in your imagination, and there is no now, a heartbeat between memory and imagination.