Dream Dark Stories

Tag: busy

  • Day One Hundred & Eighteen, April 27th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    My house sits on the far side of a very busy and bustling road that could and may have been almost main street of our part of the city. And even at 2:00 in the morning, the silence is fleeting. And I don’t sleep, not because I’m tired, not because I’m not tired, but because I have an Alani (energy drink) running through my blood and my heart is pumping who knows how many miles a minute. But, feeling it now, my hand on my chest on my heart, it’s not all that fast actually.

    What I do is I sit here and I talk into a mic, reading the words that then are portrayed on the screen. I’m writing forget-me-naught, thinking of Joel, of the detective, of how the conversation would happen. And then I think of Cormac McCarthy, Stephen King’s On Writing…, Vonnegut, and of course Gaiman, and the favorite Bradbury. And then I push them as far away as I can, not because I don’t love their work, not because I wouldn’t mind their opinion, because I really really would, because I need to find faith in myself. I need to start trusting myself. And knowing whatever I do create and bring to this source, that  I’m bringing it. With an amount of gusto that at least shares genuine aspects to who and what I truly am. I don’t think it’s fair for any of us to find faith in people and learn of examples that are led by those, to then find out that they were monsters and continuing to be monsters, knowing they were monsters.

    I don’t know, maybe the statement is egregious but I’d rather find faith in someone who can be accountable for themselves and the actions that they do, regardless of anything outside of themselves. But then like Seneca and Aurelius I think of a hodgepodge quote, stating that if ourselves are offended by someone and feel like toting that blame in that anger of theirs or of them to others before doing so search within to see why what is it in ourselves that have us affected by these characters. I’ll go through my listed quotes and try to do a posting on the direct one that I’m referencing to later on.

    I don’t know there’s a lot on my mind and I still have lots to do. So with that I bid adieu.

    Playlist #0.19. Enjoi.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day and night be graceful as it is bountiful. Thank you for the support and following.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Ninety-Seven, April 6th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I hope you all are having a pleasant weekend. My weekend has been interesting to say the least.

    To start Friday came with a fire sparking up on the north side of the city and then came this:

    fire at EVRAZ steel mill sent black smoke over the city of Pueblo Friday afternoon, April 5, 2024 – EVRAZ Steel Mill.., img : CPR.org

    This fire was on the south end, east of I-25 and blotting the sky. From our porch the billows of dark smoke hadn’t died down till around 7:30 p.m.

    But what created the smorgasbord of ??? Was the fire and what was being cleaned up where that fire happened. Apparently the news has reported it was asbestos. Plumes of burning gaseous asbestos fire fairies chasing the darkening sky. With this news there came a report to stay in doors at all cost if possible til Monday. Yip Yip Yippee, fun fun fun, indoors for an unfortunate length with our child the screamer. Luckily the winds have been hellish though and pushing in a N/NE direction making me and my wife weary of the warning to begin with.

    I still find opportunities though to get my boy outside enough in the patio so he can scream to his heart’s desire. Sadly the dogs have had little time but I hope Sunday brings better fortune for the two of my scruffies.

    But the day was busy and long, appointments a plenty, shopping, and other missions for our daughters Prom next week. Numerous pickup stops at Sam’s and Walmart and did you know there’s a new Oreo with pop rocks.

    Had a mini mission for the students at Sam’s.

    Anyhow It’s nearing, no, no it’s past midnight and in the early morning of the seventh so I close shop til tomorrow.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and goodnight you wonderful and supportive readers. May your night be pleasant or the morning swiftly creeping up be gentle with grace and peace.

    Nosce Te Ipsum