Sunday, December 5, 2010

Is that all there is?

I've just finished putting my mother-in-law to bed.
One hour went by in the restroom.
I apologize to her because I have to clean her.
Is this something she does not remember a few minutes later- I think.
She thanks me. I'm sorry and at the same time I'm humbled.

I say to myself...I can do this...I can do this...I can do this.

A list:
The smell of stagnant water
Liquid Soap
Night Time Depends
Layers of clothes
Raining outside
My Cave
A bottle of boooooooze sounds goooooooooooooood about now.
AA cake
My commitment..
4th step
5th step
Everyone is asleep and I am not ready to turn out the lights.
Not yet.
Smell gone away.
A second list:


  1. Is this a digital painting? Your list reads mor like poetry than a "to do"

  2. Hey, Manuelito, Hello..
    Yes, it's a digital painting. Well, it's spur of the moment thoughts. It was all I could do at the moment. I had also finished reading Charles Bukowsky's "Post Office".

    Happy Belated Birthday! You've gone over the hump. Enjoy.


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