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Farewell, Bast
LIJ Red: I suspect it was a part of the "testing" phase that I slowed down and read the "Kubler-Ross stages of grief" chart, the modified model. Shock, denial, anger, bargaining,depression,testing, acceptance. Nine years ago, I suffered the rapid fire losses of all my remaining family, my wife and mother. I was 67, and have recovered too slowly. A youth of poverty and years in the military left me hard enough to carry on, but I got hung up in the "bargain, depression and testing" stages of grief. Added to the denial and anger was living alone, and realizing my turn was coming soon. First I scrutinized my faith, then religion as a whole. Along with some cosmology. No epiphanies there. Then I thought I wanted to spread my thoughts and notions,becoming in a fashion immortal, although I claimed at the time I wanted to join the ranks of writers I admired, and entertain the world. Hence my membership in Fanstory, and an almost frantic outburst of writing bordering the incoherent. Now Red the writer has joined Rev. Red the evangelist in sheol, that shadowy nowhere beneath the world. Today the country store has no heater for old men to sit around and bullshoot (sells mucho beer and lotto tickets, though!) so let's see what Red the codger has to say,assuming he survives Covid-19. |
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I've missed you! I'm back for more NaPoWriMo fun... perhaps, I'll convince myself that I have time enough to stick around through the year this time around. I know I've been very slack about posting at FS the past few years (outside of April, that is. I hope this finds you in good health and spirits! Kim - | ||
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LIJ Red: Here comes Atlas, bigger'n Hale-Bopp. From thee heathene and ye comet , oh, Lorde, deliver us! (And the bug roared and the empire crumbled.) And my mute muse sits and glosses her lips... |
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LIJ Red: Writer's block still formidable. Eyes much better, fewer anxiety issues. Next door neighbor just shot a bear demolishing his back porch. Under normal circumstances that would rate a sonnet...Merry Christmas, Fanstorians! |
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LIJ Red: Adapting to Lexapro, cataract surgery completed today, muse still AWOL. I shall return. |
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LIJ Red: The software tricked me somehow. I meant to put a leprechaun on my post, but hit banana supreme instead. Now what? |
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LIJ Red: Hey, everybody! If I review ya and the rating is less than five stars without a preachy rant attached, yell at me. The site software sometimes seems to choose its own number of stars and I might not catch it.. |
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LIJ Red: My sixteen-year-old Persian lookalike was attacked by a fast aggressive cancer, and I had to have her put down today. RIP, Wadd. (she appears in many of my scribblings) |
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LIJ Red: Doodling and googling...an inch is .0254 meters a pound is .4535 kilograms BMI is weight in kilograms divided by height in meters squared I joined the Navy at 21 at a 17 BMI. Hey, I have doubled my investment! |
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LIJ Red: I paid a whole fifty cents at the junk store, and lost the dang book...today I found it. Two poems I liked as I sat on the ivory throne of relief...the Bard on fornicatin' "The Expense of Spirit" and Marianne Moore on "Poetry so derivative as to be unintelligible." Go girl. But I can see how far I am from significance... |
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LIJ Red: Must be deer season...hunters hit the woods and the deer forsake their territories and end up in strange places... Nice fourpointer in the neighbor's yard yesterday and a doe run down at my mailbox this morning. (pieces of red plastic car scattered all around). Not the frontier anymore... |
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Just sayin'... (Sorry, kiddies...heh-heh) ~Dean - | ||
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LIJ Red: Clobbered again in the Story of the month contest, but noted once again, my entry had seven reviews and 24 views when promotion ended weeks ago, and now it has eight reviews and 25 views...vote for ourselves and our pals without reading all the entries? Surely not! So losers, have no fear, it does not mean you are a hopelessly bad writer... |
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LIJ Red: I remind myself occasionally to be discreet when clicking on a reviewer's name to do a return review...they might be in a blind contest... |
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LIJ Red: My trademark possum came calling. He is huge for the species...twenty pounder or close... |
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LIJ Red: Looking back at the songs I've been listening to tonight, I see a sad pattern....Queen of the Silver Dollar, Old Hippie, and Hey Nineteen.... |
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