Monday, February 22, 2010

man d(r)own













As I was leaving work on Friday afternoon, I spotted a man across the street who was sitting on a ledge with his head bowed deeply.  I wondered what he was doing, amongst all the busy people hurrying to get to wherever they had to be.

I crossed the street, and as I got closer, I realized this man was actually asleep.  In the middle of a bustling city block, this man was engulfed in his own aura of peace, with not a care in the world, or so it seemed.

I smiled a little to myself as I walked quickly by, puzzled about this man's ability to ignore everything around him and fall asleep in an upright, sitting position, arms dangling at his sides.  Then, as much as I tried to just move on, I had to stop and do a double take, for in fact, this man was so fast asleep that he was drooling.  Yes, drooling.  But it wasn't a mere trickle down his chin; his head was angled so far down that there was a very large drop of drool dangling from the peak of his upper lip.  How does that happen?

I tried to keep it down to a chuckle, but the entire 2 block walk to my car, I couldn't help but continue to sporadically burst out in laughter.  This was one of those classic times when I wish I had taken a picture, or at least had someone with me to share the moment with.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

something, anything

i log in several times a day, curious about recent updates by fellow bloggers, and itching to produce something intriguing myself.

i shuffle through the newest of entries, and sometimes re-read some of the old ones, lethargically searching for motivation, something to spark inspiration, but all i feel is an overwhelming sense of wonder at all the marvelous things others have to talk about and show, and at the same time, that familiar longing to create something but disappointment in finding that i really don't know what to say, what to write, what to post.  Or, if anything worth recording even exists outside of my mind, my mind which is filled with so much but not enough.

i am amused, i am antsy, i am an anomaly.

where? what? how?  all i know is now.  or maybe just later..

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

poor puppy..


I received an E-mail today about this dog; apparently, the previous owner left him after their home got foreclosed. So wrong on all sorts of levels. The people who found him say he is a sweet, friendly, loveable, medium-sized dog who does not bark! Sounds like a perfect pet.. would anyone like to adopt him?