Anne's Blog

Tonight, QAL bites the dust in North American. Why is it that the best things in life are always over before you have the foresight to comprehend that they really are the best?

I quit helping myself to the mushrooms the kid has growing in his closet after I saw the ghost again and that appears to have stopped the hallucinations.  But, as I watch Simon chase and eat a fly, I'm thinking of a conscious relapse. He chews the bug and I watch his crossed-eyes look surreptiously around to see if anyone witnessed his transgression.  His perceived inability to visually focus can, at times, work in his favor. He is clever and totally aware of the fact that he seems clueless.  I notice his head is now spinning around in erratic circles as if there is another fly.  I follow his cross-eyed stare as best I can and notice a moving, equally erratic, glow coming from the balcony? Simon

I sat in a small 2-person booth against a window. I did not want to attract attention to myself but one would think I could not avoid it. I am hungry and there is a sign in the window advertising a fish sandwich. The darkness outside acts as a weird-sort of silvering material and I can see myself reflected in the window as if it is a poor quality mirror. I was there but I had no clean-cut edges. My white face seemed almost over-exposed in the restaurant lighting but it was impossible to miss my jaunty black fedora. I had placed it @ an angle over my left ear and th e brim pointed rakishly down over my left eye. Next time, I'm adding a black bowtie to the ensemble. Accessorizing can be everything: Put a big, chunky ring on every finger or a white polka-dot bowtie under the chin or a thick gold rope around the neck and the eye is drawn to the distraction. How long was I going to have to wait for someone to take my order? I may not be your typical diner customer but this was a place f...

I walked to work yesterday. Today, I walked to McDonalds for some coffee. Both days I passed an opened Lifestyle wrapper on the sidewalk. It was the same one both days and it had scarcely moved. Someone had fun once.

The women didn't see it but I did. They were walking together. One was pushing a baby stroller. I don't recall what she was wearing. The other woman was wearing black yoga pants and some kind of exercise shirt and she walked with long strides like she was trying to get in some fitness walking. It was a crystal clear September day: the kind of day when colors seem extra vibrant and the sun bright and shiny. I watched it. Even from my car, I knew what it was. Their white chests are so distinctive as they reflect sunlight. It flew over the park and landed on one of the tall light poles.  They strode along oblivious to the red-tailed hawk above.