BIG FAT TEAR DROPS

WHEN A DRAMA QUEEN WEEPS

For now my audience will have to bear with me as I alone suffer through the indignation of technological illiteracy . 

A crazy storm is brewing outside and I can truly say this is the only occurance in my time of humilitation that brings me comfort.

I will confess now ... I live for storms. The onset and the 
actual storm . The sky when it darkens off in the distance
 and the rumbling that starts in waves as it comes closer to reach you. Like a deranged child I invite the storm to consume me. I lust for the lightning to strike me.  When I actually had a home, before it was taken , I would lie out in the backyard which was a field with one big butterfly bush that I had planted , a clothesline and then about a 1/4 acre down the woods leading to the Cumberland River. The clothesline would later become a main fixture in my life
because once when I was pregnant and hanging out clothes 
my mother came running out and told me to stop! "Don't you know what will happen?"  She asked !! On April 17th I delivered a healthy 6 pound baby girl . The cord was wrapped around her neck three times. 
Sometimes we shouldn't question folk lore.

I was born on April fools day in a "sanitarium", early in the morning with no recorded time. All I knew was what my parents told me.   There was a crazy storm .... an April storm .... my mother went into labor and had me naturally. She was a beautiful intelligent woman who had been diagnosed as anorexic. I doubt that my father was there. I was a large baby too big for such a long lean woman and so the doctor used forceps. And low and behold the next thing I hear is that the sun came out and the traffic rush hour had ended and viola' ..... there I be !!

The storm is ending now. The sounds of thunder drift away as the dogs are still stunned and gathered around me. All looking out into the open space of the house.....  waiting.
It will take me awhile to get this whole blog presentation down, I have no understanding of my actual keyboard or my IPAD PRO.  Just had to throw that in there , tee hee. But what good is an excellent machine with a chimpanzee as an operator?

I am at a point in my life where reflection is mostly what I do. Producing art is how I carrry on, it's how I fake being 60 is the new 40. As limited as my life has been I have seen too much for the limited strength of my soul. I am my own worst enemy.
Goodnight wayne