FED UP WITH STUPIDITY!!!

I am ASHAMED of about 2/3 of the people I know and love.

Pretty harsh statement, huh? Well, let me explain. In the past several days we, the United States, have had numerous storms that RAVAGED this country. HUNDREDS have DIED, THOUSANDS are homeless and an UNTOLD number are injured. And the number one topic of DISCUSSION on both the internet and the television is the ROYAL WEDDING!

WE SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT OUR FELLOW AMERICANS!!!

But are we? NO. (Once again a harsh statement.) We are concerned with THE ROYAL WEDDING!!!

News coverage has bumped down the DEVASTATION that has taken place in this country in order to make a big deal of a wedding that is taking place in THE VERY COUNTRY WE HAD TO FIGHT IN ORDER TO WIN OUR FREEDOM!!!

The fact that royal wedding is costing UK citizens OVER $50 BILLION is disgusting!!
I’m sure that money could be put to better use!

The fact that the UNITED STATES was one of the first countries to give financial aid to ENGLAND after the blitzes of WWII and now we sit here IN GREAT NEED OF ASSISTANCE and the majority of the country is MESMERIZE by a wedding…..well, there are no words to even begin to describe how that makes me feel!!

The amount of money that is being spent to televise a wedding is ridiculous. Especially in light of the recent events within the borders of this ONCE great country of ours. Think of how many people could be housed, or treated for injuries, or fed or simply COMFORTED by the ridiculous amount the MEDIA is wasting on something that TAKES PLACE EVERY DAY!!

YES FOLKS, PEOPLE GET MARRIED EVERY DAY!!! HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE GET MARRIED EVERY DAY!!! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY NEITHER THE PRINCE NOR HIS BRIDE WILL BE IN A POSITION TO RUN OUR COUNTRY!!!

FACE IT AMERICA…..we have become a NATION led by our NOSES by the MEDIA!! What the fat-cats in positions of power within the MEDIA think we should be concerned with is WHAT WE ARE CONCERNED WITH!

I’M ASHAMED OF US….all of us. I’m even ashamed of myself, although I have NOT and will NOT watch one damn thing that has to do with some wedding taking place in another country while AMERICAN CITIZENS suffer. I’m ashamed of myself for the mere fact that I haven’t VOICED MY OPINION more LOUDLY and more OFTEN!!!!

Story excerpt....help please!

So, while waiting on the Muse of Creativity to descend upon my should once again, I have decided to work on the background material that will be included in my book. Nothing exciting, just dull, boring stuff that needs to be included in order to give a sense of atmosphere.

Now, that sounds easy enough, correct? Yeah, right! Ask any writer and they will tell you that sometimes the "dull, boring stuff" is the most difficult to write, especially when it's background material that needs to be incorporated into the story.

Anyway......here's the deal! I would LOVE for y'all to read this small excerpt and leave me comments as to whether or not it sounds okay....well, not just okay, but GOOD! (That's the rub....it has to be more than OKAY!) So PLEASE??? Help a girl out, okay??

Here it goes:

Ryesville was a typical Appalachian town, complete with it’s own sense of time and a convoluted sense of it’s own importance in the world. Barely 800 people lived within confines of the town and only 1500 or so in the rest of the county. There wasn’t much industry here, there never had been, and the mountainous terrain made farming on any large scale unimaginable. The county itself was the largest employer, followed by the school system and the one small packaging plant that sat just outside of town. There were a few small businesses, but nothing that employed more than a dozen people of so.

Strict schedules were only a vague concept in this community. The few small stores operated on more of a “if we’re here we are open” timetable than an exact time for opening and closing. The only schedule in town that could be depended on was the scheduled dates and times of classes at the three county schools, and even they were depended upon the weather and whether or not there was a home football game or festival taking place that day..

Ryesville was a nice place to live. Quiet, for the most part, and relatively crime free. There were a few things that occurred from time to time, some drug problems, kids joy riding, a few fights and several domestic violence problems, but those things always seemed to happen outside of town. The biggest problem in town itself was speeding.

People felt safe here. At least they had until a few weeks before Thanksgiving. That was when things started to change, when people began disappearing. At first it was only a few, but as the weeks passed, more and more people were simply gone.

No one had thought much of it early on, this was a small town with only a limited number of jobs to start with and with the economy getting worse, the jobs were becoming more and more scarce. It was only natural that people would leave in order to try and find work elsewhere.

The initial ones missing were single people, men and women both. They were all people that could have relocated somewhere with more opportunity for employment. The only thing odd about the first ones to disappear was that none of them were originally from Ryesville, although no one made much of that fact other than to comment that it seemed odd.

By the time Christmas rolled around the number and frequency of disappearances had become so high that people were frightened. What had started as an explainable coincidence had now become a frightening shadow. The last to disappear were all respectable people born in Ryesville. They all had families and had, until recently, held steady jobs to support those families. Each of them had recently experienced a layoff or other type of job loss that imposed hardships, but they all seemed to be hopeful of securing future employment. These people ranged in age from early twenties to the late fifties.

Every one of the missing had been simple normal hard-working people. One day they were going on about their lives, looking for work, spending time with friends and family, living a quiet life, and the next day the just seemed to drive off to….well, that was the question. Where had they gone? Why had they gone? And more importantly, were they gone by choice?

So that's it. Let me know what you think, and don't be shy because nothing you can say will be as bad as the things I've been saying to myself!! LOL

Thanks y'all!

Dodadaghovi

Easter, birthday and such

Okay, here’s the deal.

Yesterday was Easter. You all know that, right? Well, I spent my Easter the same way I spent my birthday, alone. E. asked if I was going to come out there, but I realize that it cost them money each and every time they come to town to get me, take me out there, bring me back home and then go back out there. I don’t want her to have to spend money just for me to visit for a while, it’s not fair and I don’t want to do it. Sooooo….I stayed here and just hung out.

It wasn’t as though it’s a bad thing, not in and of itself. But, after spending holiday after holiday, day after day, sitting here waiting for….well, who the hell knows what I’m waiting for. I don’t. I don’t know why I worry about it, I don’t know why I care one way or another.

But I do.

I’ve been told all of my life that I’m “tougher than that”, meaning that I can, and usually do, survive everything that is thrown at me, that I can muddle through whatever life, and the people in it, decide to throw at me. And so far I have been able to. It hasn’t been easy, I haven’t enjoyed a lot of it, I wouldn’t want to repeat too awful much of it, but I did manage to get through.

But is getting through enough? What about the debris that is left behind by each situation that needs me to “tough” it out? What about the pain that lingers when someone says or does something that cuts to the bone? What about the tears that have been spilled over certain situations? Tears that sometimes seem unending?

Just because I am still here, just because I can get up in the morning and go about my day, just because I can hid my pain, none of that means that I am okay. (Not that I have any idea what “okay” actually is.)

I am lonely. I get tired of not having someone to do things with. I get tired of not having someone to talk to about the things that hurt me, the things that worry me or upset me. I mean, yeah, I have friends that I bitch to from time to time, good, loyal, true, loving friends. But I don’t burden them with the things that hide from the light deep in my heart. I don’t tell them about the terrors that keep me awake at night, or worse the ones that wake me up in the middle of the night.

I guess I try to protect people. I try to help them get through their own “stuff” even if it simply means that I listen. I realize that everyone has their own personal hell that they suffer through every day. To suffer and worry is the nature of mankind. I don’t want to add to anyone else’s suffering or worry.

I believe we, as human beings, are suppose to help one another. We’re suppose to help ease another person’s suffering, which in turn is suppose to ease ours. We are suppose to be kind to one another, to be concerned about one another, to simply “be there” for one another.

I just don’t know how to allow someone to “be there” for me. I don’t know how to allow someone that close anymore. It’s been years since I’ve allowed anyone to be close enough to me to know when I’m in pain, or when I am worried, sad or just simply angry. I mean I have burst of anger from time to time, and believe me people around me know when I’m that kind of angry. But to say that there is anyone alive today that knows my secret dreams, my secret pains, my secret hopes, desires or wishes……..well, I just can’t do that.

I can’t allow anyone to be that close to me. I can’t trust anyone enough to allow them to know what I keep hidden, the fears that I rarely allow myself to admit to. I have trusted in the past, and I have had the very things that I shared with someone used against me. I have been hurt by trusting another person, by trusting a person that I loved, and I don’t know that I can do it again.I guess I could sit here and anonymously share those things with you folks that read this ranting, raving piece of literature. (Yes, I’m using the word “literature” in it’s loosest form.”) But that would add to your problems, at least in the “aww that sucks” sort of way that we all use when we hear that someone is going through a bad time. And I don’t want to do that.

So, I will continue to “elude” to various and sunder things that are bothering me, always be vague, never admit to the intensity of my worry/pain/sorrow. I guess that is my way of trying to protect others.

I want to thank all of you for reading this rambling post. And for reading all of the other stupid things that I have put up over the years. All of you are my sounding board. My safe place to run to when I am so full of pain/confusion/anger or even when I’m irritated at the simple things in life that all of us are bothered by.

All of you have been my friends, my confidants. Even though none of you know what I’m “eluding” to half the time, you still read and a few of you leave me comments letting me know that, even though I get very lonely at times, I am not alone.

Thank you all.

Dodadaghovi

Happy Birthday Me!

Woke up this morning to the sound of thunder roaring and echoing across the hills. Rain beat down on the tin roof like a thousand little feet marching in time.

Suddenly silence fell, muffling the last of the echoing thunder and marching raindrops. Off in the distance a rumbling sounded, echoed and amplified over and over until finally it reached the house, where it rattled the windows and frightened the pups. One last bright flash of brilliant white, a final explosion of sound and wave after wave of rain beating on the roof.

Sounds like a typical Spring storm in West Virginia, doesn't it? And to must people it would be, but to me it's a wonderful event, even though I'm frightened of storms.

You see, it was 7:23 am when I woke up. I was born exactly 51 years ago at 7:23 this morning!

Our glorious God woke me up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHILD and to remind me of his awesome power.

Thank you God for giving me yet another day, yet another year, to enjoy the wonders that have been created by Your hand.

Dodadaghovi

So, tomorrow is my birthday.......

Today is April 18 and that means that tomorrow is my birthday. As I sit here thinking about growing older, which we all get to do if we're lucky, I have realized a few things.

I have always made a big deal out of birthdays. Other people's birthdays, not my own. As a matter of a fact, I have planned more parties than I can remember, and I have attended even more than I have planned. However, I have only ever had one birthday party in my life and that was the year I turned 10.

Since then it's been phone calls from family members that I am separated from. First it was from my Grandma Freed and maybe my Mom. After Grandma passed away, it was usually a call from Mom and a few friends. These days it's calls from my children, and usually my Dad.

This year I'll there will be 2, possibly 3 calls from the kids. My oldest son is in Korea for a few weeks and won't be calling, and I'm not sure about the youngest son (and honestly don't care if you want the truth. His not calling is no more painful than his lying to me about stopping when he's in West Virginia, in the same town no less, for a few days, and then doesn't even bother to let me know that he ISN'T coming by. So no call just means one less opportunity to lie to me.)

I'm pretty sure that a few of my friends will call and wish me a Happy Birthday. I know that they love me and will wish me well.

But that isn't what this is about. What it is about is that for some reason I feel as though I am not as important as other people I know/love. It's important for them to have a good day, each and every day, I pray for them, I let them know that I care, I reach out.

Now here I sit, facing some serious health issues and, quite honestly, feeling sorry for myself. I want my birthday to be a good day, but I know that it won't be. I still don't have a water heater nor the money for one, I don't even have the money to get myself a sandwich and a cupcake as a treat. It's not that I expect anyone to feel sorry for me, or to do those things for me, it's that I can't do them for myself. I hate being broke, I hate not having a job, I hate being alone, I hate not having a car or a decent house to live in.

I hate my life.

So tomorrow, I will get up, let the dogs out, do my yoga, drink some tea and possibly go back to bed. That will be my birthday gift to myself. Sleep through it and when it's over it will be just a bad memory.

Like almost every single one of the last 41.

Dodadaghovi

It's 4 a.m. and I'm awake.

It's 4 a.m. and I'm awake. Why you may ask, since I DO have plans for something I am suppose to do today?

Well, it all started because I try to be a good friend. I try to be concerned for people that I care about. WHY? Well, it's just who I am.

Someone, who will go nameless, was suppose to call me when they got home. Sooooooo.....I've been sitting here, waiting on a call that has never come.

Should I be worried? Probably not, it's not the first time this particular person has done this, but then again, we just had a young man die trying to drive through high water in Jackson County today. But, of course the person that was suppose to call knows better than to do something like that, right? Yeah.....just like they know better than to tell someone that they will call when they get home.

Should I be angry? Probably, I mean it is now 4:25 and I'm awake, and I'm going to look and feel like shit today because of it, but hey, what are friends for, right? Being angry about this is as much a waste of time as worrying about this person, it does not good, it changes not a damn thing.

Should I stop being this person's friend? Again, probably, but it's kind of ignorant to throw away a friendship because someone doesn't call when they say they will, right? NO, not right. It's not as though this is the first time, hell, this isn't even the first time this WEEK! And the inconsideration doesn't stop at lying about calling when they get home, no not at all. Hell, if it did there wouldn't be any question about dropping a friendship over a missed call. No, the inconsideration is and has been ongoing for years.

By inconsideration, I mean saying that you are going to do something, such as make a call just to set someones mind at ease because you're out driving around, after going to the bar and getting who knows how drunk, in weather that has left high water in some places, mudslides across some roads, not to mention deer that think this is great weather to run rampant or the fact that there is high water in some places and this person probably went over 40 miles away to go to a bar. No, this inconsideration extends to not being on time, not bothering to return the friendship (such as call or check on me when I'm sick, you know, like I do when they are sick), literally lying to other people about things that has or has not happened, "forgetting" plans because something else came up, or even making plans and then "forgetting" them because someone "stopped by" and apparently stole the phone so the "friend" couldn't call and say "Hey, I'm not going to be able to make it".

So, what is the rant about? I guess it's my way of explaining how I feel and maybe even giving a little lesson on what a friend is!

The dictionary defines friendship as:

FRIENDSHIP:

1.

the state of being a friend; association as friends: to value a person's friendship.

2.

a friendly relation or intimacy.

3.

friendly feeling or disposition.

and the definition of friend is:

FRIEND:
–noun

1.

a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

NO, I didn't post every definition of FRIEND, just the first one.

Since I actually looked up the definitions I realize, once again, that this person is NOT a friend, this person is a waste of time!! And believe me folks, with all the crap that is going on in my life wasting time is the LAST thing I need.

I KNOW I will hear from this person, probably tomorrow or the next day, and they will have some half-ass excuse for why they didn't call. And I KNOW that I will check the local papers, just in case they drove their drunk ass over a hillside somewhere.

I also KNOW that I won't be associating with this person much longer. I HAVE HAD IT. I don't want to stop caring about this person, God knows they need all the concern that they can get because they aren't doing very well right now, but you know what? SO DO I!

I don't need people in my life that don't have any concern for me or for my friendship. I don't mean to be spouting off, but damn it, I AM a good friend. I am always there when my friends need me, even if I can't do anything more than just listen to them, or hold then when they cry, or make them laugh when they are down. I DON'T say I will do something and then just forget about it, I DON'T make promises and then act as though I didn't, I DON'T expect them to forgive me for being an ass because I WANT TO BE AN ASS. Hell, I even apologize for being in a shitty mood when I spout off to my friends.

But this time, this last time, I am not going to apologize for anything, because I have nothing to apologize for. I am also NOT going to accept an apology because I KNOW it will be bull-shit that means nothing because this person will simply do it again at the first chance they are given.

It won't be easy for me to NOT think about my friend, because regardless of the fact that it is quite obvious that we are NOT friends by any definition, I don't turn my back on people. But I'm going to remind myself the next time this person calls, that they are NOT a friend. That I am NOT important to them, that it is NOT important if they cause me worry or pain, that there is nothing nor no one that is as important to them as they are to themselves.

I will remind myself that it's about time for me to care about ME, not about people that don't care about themselves.

I will NOT have respect for someone that has no respect for me.

I will NOT worry about someone that doesn't care if they worry me.

I will NOT concern myself with whatever problem they have, rather I will concern myself with my own problems.

I will NOT waste anymore time on people that are blatantly selfish, inconsiderate, and self absorbed.

I AM a good person, even if I can be a totally bitch sometimes. I DO care about other people, even when I have so much stuff going on that I can't stop for a minute and think about relaxing. I CAN be depended on, even when it inconveniences me. I WILL take time to talk to someone that needs a friend, even if I have other stuff to do.

I DESERVE BETTER!!! And I WILL have better.

Okay, bitching done.

Dodadaghovi

Sometimes I wonder....

You know, sometimes I wonder why I even bother posting anything here. There area only a couple of people that even bother to comment, I love you both, even though I know there are many more than that who checks out what I write. WHAT'S WRONG PEOPLE??? FORGOT HOW TO COMMENT??

Okay, now that I'm over that, let's move on to Stray dogs and Small towns.

I had to call the city police yesterday! Yes folks, for once I had to rely on the backup and support of our local law enforcement officer. (Who BTW is a real cutey and very, very nice and polite!) You see, yesterday morning I opened the door while holding on to the harness of my little black dog, Loki. I reached out to get the tie-out so that I could let him out for a while. TWO strays ran up onto my porch and attacked me and Loki. Loki ran, they got him down and then he got away again and was gone for an hour. When he came back he was scared and shaking, and he shook for over 2 hours. Thankfully he wasn't hurt too badly, just bruised and sore, so he's doing okay.

But, while the police were here I found out that it is ILLEGAL to fire so much as a slingshot in our little town. Yes folks, we can't shoot a slingshot, let alone a bb rifle or a pellet gun.....I'm surprised that we are allowed to use straws to shoot paper wads at each other! LOL Maybe I should to bring that up at the next city council meeting!

Speaking of the city council, OMG, all I can say is WHY??? WHY did we elect them?? WHY do we RE-elect them??

But, hopefully the law is going to fix the problem with the strays! I HOPE!

Dodadaghovi

Dog troubles, cold weather and busted water heater.

So, me and my little black dog, Loki, were attacked on our own porch this morning by two of the neighbor's dogs. There have been complaints about these dogs, as they have attacked another neighbor's German Shepard, as well as getting into the trash and just generally causing problems.

I'm not sure what is going to be done, the woman that owns them is not, how should I say it, quite "with it" if you know what I mean. So what will be done about the dogs, and her, is up in the air right now. But when I know I'll let you know.

My dog was more scared than actually hurt, and I was scared and very, very, very angry!! Anyone that knows me knows that I take care of my pets, they aren't allowed to go wandering around at will, and NONE of them have ever threatened or lunged at anyone. These two dogs, however, have caused and are continuing to cause problems. Hopefully they won't have to be put down, but I figure that is what will happen.

I think it's a shame when the animals have to suffer for the stupidity or laziness of the owners. The dogs didn't ask this person to take them in, nor do they have any say in how they are treated. Sometimes it seems as though the ticket a person will get for having vicious dogs at large is more of a joke than an actual punishment.

Enough about that, I'm still angry and I don't need to spout off about what I think.

COLD WEATHER....yes folks, it's a chilly day in old Sunny Cal, but it IS April, so we should expect the unexpected, right? It's finally stopped raining, at least for the moment, but the ground (ie mud) is soaked and slicker than snot on a marble! (Yes, I said snot on a marble. For those of you that don't realize just how slick that is, all I can say is try it for yourself and you'll have a better understanding! LOL)

Now on to the thing that is driving me NUTS!! My water heater has heated it's last drop. Yes, it is headed for the great water heater Happy Heating Ground. After cleaning up about 6 inches of HOT (think par boiled Teri) water out of the laundry room and bath room, I have decided that I really should consider moving. When a person has a lousy landlord, they should stay...I'm just saying.

But, the landlord situation aside, not having hot water is more than a inconvenience for me. I HAVE to have at least one shower a day...preferably a bath AND a shower. But, since there is no hot water, and it's about 40 degrees outside, I can't take either a hot bath or a hot shower. AND IT SUCKS!!!

I have been on a quest to find a good used gas water heater......and like all quests, it has been difficult and unproductive up til now. No, I haven't found a water heater, but the day isn't over and I am not one to quit, so the Quest continues!!

I've been working on the "manuscript"....notice the quotes? Well, there's a reason for them....the stupid thing has taken on it's own life and is making mine more complicated!! I'm not sure who is who anymore, nor what they are doing. So, it's like hunting for pennies in the tall grass at midnight! A lost cause unless you are really, really, really determined! And yes, I am determined!

I will post a few pages now and then for you all to read IF I get comments stating that you all would like to read a few pages. SOOOOOOOO, if you want to read a few more pages of the manuscript, please LET ME KNOW.

Well I'm out for a while!

Dodadaghovi

Soooo.....it's April!

So, it's April! If you didn't already know that just take a look outside, it's getting green and brown....green because the leaves are popping out and brown because mud is the new favorite color of West Virginia!

I, for one, don't like the weather this month offers us. Although April is one of my favorite months, simply because my oldest daughter, Shan, was born on the 17th and my birthday is the 19th, I could do without the weather that is thrown at us. We have everything from rain, snow, 86 degree days, fog and of course the mud.

It's so bad that I've taught my dogs to wipe their feet before they come inside! LOL I'm sick of everything having that wonderful reddish-brown color that is left behind by the slicker than snot mud of our great state! (For those of you who don't know, West Virginia mud is mostly clay....disgusting, skin staining, slick and slimy mud!)

Anyway....there's nothing I can do about the weather, so I guess I'll just put up with it and complain from time to time about having to scrub and scrub to TRY and get the mud out of the carpet, my shoes, my socks, my dogs, etc.

Speaking of complaining....I've got enough to complain about without worrying about the mud! My water heater took a dump yesterday! Yes folks, I had about 6 inches of HOT water in the laundry room and the bathroom, and of course the floors are simply linoleum covered press board...which means that I will have to replace the floors as well!! JOY JOY! Isn't my life sooooo restful and simple? Yeah...simply a mess!

On top of trying to find a water heater that I can afford....which would be a free one at this point.....I'm trying to figure out how to heat enough water to take a "bird bath".....I don't have any large pans...I live alone, what is the point of having large pans when you live alone, well, other than to heat water when your water heater decides to blowup!

And of course there is the manuscript! LOL That damn thing has not only taken on a life of it's own, but I've discovered that it's schizophrenic as well! Yes, it can't decide what is going to happen from page to page and I lost control of it chapters ago! I actually wrote 21 pages while staring off into space, allowing the Muses to take control....let me tell you that was a mistake! Sometimes the Muses are TWISTED bitches, let me tell you!

So now I'm trying to figure out who is doing what, where and when. I've had to re-read the entire thing and I'm totally lost trying to figure out what I'm suppose to do now! Strange, huh?

But, such is the life of a frustrated author stuck in the center of West Virginia!

I'm out of here for a while.

Dodadaghovi

It has been FOREVER since....

It has been forever since I've posted anything. Bet y'all thought I had forgotten about you, either that or that I had run away from home and wasn't about to give any clues as to where I was. But, although the running away thing is something I've considered a time or two, I am still here....just haven't been in a blogging mood.

Actually I've been working on a manuscript. Yes folks, Teri has finally decided to stop being such a chicken-shit and actually try to get something published! Yay me!!

A person would think that writing, especially for someone like me that has hundreds of thousands of words doing battle in their head, would be an easy prospect. Well, I'm here to tell you THAT IS SOOOOOO WRONG! I mean, it was easy to start this manuscript....I had a thousand ideas and story lines.....then I made the decision to allow the story to tell it's self. Yes folks, I am just the conduit for a bunch of words that come pouring out like pus from an infected sore. (ECKKKK.....that was just wrong)

What I'm trying to say is this, I sit here and stare off into space, usually listening to the Blues, and type.....I don't even read what I've written until later, sometimes not until the next day.....or else I sit here and watch television, usually some show about history or a Sci-Fi or Horror movie, and just allow the words to flow. I didn't do this at first, at first I struggled for each and every word, now that I've decided to allow the story to tell it's self I can't type fast enough to keep up!!

Sounds easy, huh? Well, I guess it would be except for the fact that the muse, or voice, or whatever that is telling this story is a bit schizophrenic. You see, the story keeps changing.....each and every time I write some new character or situation pops up. Characters that I thought would become a story line unto themselves have died...or turned out to be evil....or become so seriously boring that even I can't stand to read about them. Who knows, maybe I'm the schizo not the voice in my head. (hmmmm...voice in my head...pretty much the definition of schizo.)

Anyway....here is a little bit of the manuscript.....please let me know what you think, k?

He spoke to me of a magical tune

He spoke of a child, born too soon

He danced his finger across my face

He spoke of the magic in this place

She woke up with a start, the soft voice lingering in her ears, or was it lingering in her mind? Running her fingers through her short blond hair, she heaved a bone weary sigh and stretched like a sun-warmed cat.

“Shit, what I wouldn’t give for a full night’s sleep.” Her voice was sultry with just a hint of Southern flavor. Rubbing her fingers across her forehead, she sighed yet again and stood up to face her day.

Stumbling to the kitchen she started the coffee pot and wondered if she had time for a quick shower. Deciding that she did, she headed toward her small, neat bathroom, shedding her pajamas as she went.

Reaching through the shower curtain, she adjusted the water to just barely over lukewarm and stepped in. She grabbed her washcloth and squirted her favorite shower gel onto the cloth. As the aroma of honeysuckle and orange blossoms filled the shower the breathless whisper of a voice invaded the edges of her mind again.

Suddenly, the water felt like shards of glass slicing through her. The washcloth felt like sandpaper stripping off layers of skin.

“Enough of this shit!” Her own voice startled her so badly she almost fell. Reaching out a trembling hand, she shut off the water and grabbed the towel.

In sharp contrast to the biting water, the towel felt like fluffed cotton. Closing her eyes in pleasure, she slowly dried off and slipped into her robe. Wrapping the towel around her unruly hair, she stepped out of the bathroom with only one thought on her mind…..coffee.

So, that was the beginning. Do you think it sounds interesting, or am I just indulging in an act of mental masturbation?

Y'all me the judge!

Later!

Dodadaghovi.