The old art studio for Memphis College of Art...seems empty

I really like buildings and pictures that come from nature, As you can see by all of the repetative photos I display!

“What say you there Fuzzy Britches?”

That dang quote has been in my head for AGES…why I would even think to say it is beyond me. I don’t know any Fuzzy Britches. I don’t’ own any fuzzy britches. I think I just like the name Fuzzy Britches.

Frankly, I have always liked the word britches anyway. Britches…..not pants, not slacks just britches. Kinda like drawers. Some may say panties, or lingerie (which I say should be pronounced linger-ree) or even underwear. For some reason, in my mind they are drawers…or should I say draws?

I don’t have a reason. I don’t know how breeches, got to me termed britches and so on…..I don’t really care nor do I think, do you; but they are fun to say none the less and contemplating how these words are utilized and why, is a hell of lot more fun than sitting around here all sob faced. Okay "fun" might be a tad overstating things but I think you get what I am saying!

Anybody know where that phrase came from? Don't cheat like I did and google it....

AFLAC.......

More of Downtown

Old Memphis Police Station

Already Forgotten

I feel really odd, if not hollow. I wondered what closure would feel like and to be honest, I am not so sure it is has really sunk in? I want to scream and cry while curled up in a ball rocking myself back and forth. I want NOT to believe it is all over. I am divorced. The tears take only an instant to appear. The knot in my throat does nothing to ward them off. I want to be angry and fight it and fight him. It is like being in one of my nightmares where he would just look at me and laugh and go about his business as though I were nothing. I want to tell him this is wrong and he can’t leave and I am sorry. I want to beg him to stay. I’ll cook this time I promise. I’ll watch baseball. I like the #9 car.

I asked for this.

I have NO ill feelings for him. He is doing so well. I am proud of him and proud he is making changes for the better. But I hurt.

My stomach really hurts. My throat hurts from trying not to let out a sob that would scare the cats or the neighbors.

I want to break something.

I want to be cherished.

I want to forgive myself.

Bird House

Soon to be forgotten.........

Up on the roof top...

But I do not see Ole Saint Nick!

Going to or coming from?

Memphis Bridge between Memphis and West Memphis Ark.

What do you see?

DNA strands?

So ma is out of the hospital and at home. That is a great thing. She has a way to go, but she is working on it and that is what matters. Her desire to give up or rather her insistent feeling that how she was was all she was going to be has changed drastically. Again, that is a pretty darn good thing.

I am back at home, Aunt Jane is back at her home and life is moving forward one second at a time.

Moving forward is something I need to get a grasp on. I have mentioned it before but I still insist it is harder to say than do. It takes work, and it takes some sort of ‘git up and go’ that for me has “got up and went’. But I am getting there. Yeah yeah I now snails move faster than me. Hell, I think the Grand Canyon took less time to form then it is taking me to get off my boohonkus and get back into life.

So anyway, I went to court today. Not much happened. I had another paper or two to get filled out and I have to go back next Wednesday. So as of today, I am still married. Not that that means a hill-a-beans when he is in Florida and I am here. Not to mention, the whole he’s moved on thing. Makes a big difference in any marriage I’d say. Just stating fact.

Are these lines straight?

Where is this?

I kid you you not.......

Uhm which way is the exit?

Seems so solitary!

Do I need to say anything?

Do you see the reflection?