Sunday, May 16, 2010

Got brass in pocket

My mom was in town this weekend.

We had a really nice time, just the three of us.

We drove in to Yellowstone and saw a bunch of critters. Coyotes, elk, bison, eagles, humans.

Thermal features.

My mom had a realization that we were hanging out inside the caldera of the world's biggest supervolcano. She freaked a bit, but then decided, "If it's gonna blow, we might as well be here at the epicenter."

Had lunch at Old Faithful and watched it do what it does every 90 minutes or so.

This afternoon, I sat on the back deck with my mom.

I played some Beatles songs on the guitar; we talked about life and various and sundry other things.

/mom and diary style blogging.

Everybody tries to console the lonely soul.

Double track that.

Haven't seen the sun in weeks.

There is a constant buzzing in my ears.

Turned around upside down and, frankly, weird.

The gravity is driving me to tears.

Kris, I hope you like this.

These are random words strung together in a stream of consciousness writing exercise. Just say the first thing that comes to you mind.


Or was it midgets? (And, what's the difference, when you really think about it?)

I have a huge backlog of pictures and video, but I really don't want to share that much of my life with strangers on the internet any more. And non-strange people, for that matter.

Unstrangers. The disenstrangled.

Who blogs anymore anyway?


Blogger hotlipz said...

Nobody. But I swear I'm bringing it back. Facebook is getting old and only the gays tweet.

1:42 PM  
Blogger P. said...

My skin is getting pale.
Light bulbs are getting dim.
Haven't got a mind left to speak.

I salute your solution.

2:53 PM  
Blogger JKP said...

Fabulous pictures.

I agree with your mom...sit right in the center and when it won't feel it.

It's what you do in the meantime that counts.

10:05 PM  
Blogger humming in the night skull said...

I wish I could do something with my mom without bickering and arguing.

9:51 AM  
Blogger Gretchen said...

Sounds like a great visit.

Someday I'll get out to yellowstone. Of course, I've been saying that for years, but... Someday.

9:26 PM  
Blogger k-top said...

She said "epicenter" heh uh heh ha heh uh ha heh....

What did you do the other 89 minutes or so?
I love your mom.Saying you might as be in the epicenter when/if it blows is kinda like saying mightr as well get hit by/mugged/or assualted while you're in the middle of New York...or maybe it possible to spel Phoenix phoenetically? Was taht a chicken/egg question?

12:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude, Keep on blogging me friend. You are very entertaining. Old Faithful smells like rotten eggs. im

3:55 PM  
Blogger Eve Grey said...

No-one really. Love the photos.

9:36 AM  

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