Friday, April 17, 2015

turn a dead end into a live beginning

Skaterina has used the title of this post

as a motto

ever since she saw the Dead End sign

at the bottom of the hilly rocky road that led up to her Daughter's

new home in Vermont

molti anni fa

Skaterina feels as if she is dead ending

feeling the desperation that she believes is the actual killer

not cancer

are you saying that she thinks it is Desperation that kills the

cancer patient and not the cancer ?

yup

that's what she is saying

are you saying something that is more

"Frosting the Pumpkin" jazz

we will never know what you really mean ?

smile

maybe

even before she got the cancer diagnosis Skaterina felt lackadaisacal

about living a long life

her life had been kinda full

lots of different stuff going on

lots of it was fun and lots was challenging

she cant say it was all a picnic or a day at the beach

and BTW she hates when she uses cornball cliches

like not a picnic.....etc and basically she doesnt care for days at the beach

she thought her will to live was flabby

she was running out of interest

like Unca Fred who no longer did his favorite activitease

bc "it was too much trouble:

she thought at the time she did not want to get to the point where

having fun was too much trouble

she learned recently that the Fifth Chakra is her neck and head

therein lies the "problem" if you subscribe to this type of thinking

every decision she ever made / yeah / even flossing her teeth

led to where she is now

neck and head riddled (or puzzled) with tumors

tumors, threemores, fourmores, and so on

it figures

with a heavy emphasis in Skaterina's case on her willfulness

my way my way my way

wanna do it my way

now to be fair she doesnt mean for anyone else to do it her way

just Her wants to do it Her way

so

here we are

gosh, folks, how is she gonna wriggle out of this one

as usual

stay tuned


KnitterMe and Catarina Cacciatore are gonna have somepin to say

about this !

not to mention mrsfoley

you betcha

















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