postcards from the edge...

february 28.... i turned 39. rather anticlimactic, to say the least. the number meant nothing to me. best part of the day was when sarah tied a balloon to a beltloop on the back of my jeans and i had to wear the balloon all night. it's good to feel loved. wish you were there i would have shared.

may 23.....the midget graduated from middle school and i almost didn't get to see it. apparently, one needs tickets to attend such functions here in smallville. even the single, solitary mother of one for whom they would make no exception for. but, thanks to the kindness of one mr. hightower, a janitor there, i was able to watch my one and only take her walk. yes, i was crying the entire time. not only out of gratitude for the kindness of strangers but because my baby is growing up and i'm the only one to see it. who else sees the world through my eyes, i wonder? wish you could have been there...i saved you a seat.

june 13....it is one year since we arrived here in smalltown usa. my apartment is still not painted the way i want it. it still doesn't feel like home to me, yet. tomorrow on the 14th, it will be 10 years since my mother passed away. time is moving too damn fast. if i wear a watch will it slow down?

august 14.....the midget starts high school next week. do i even need to tell how much that frightens me? to get her back for scaring me like that, i'll tell you that her boobs still have not evened out, yet! you're invited for drinks next week when i'll tell you about the sex dreams she feels the need to tell me about! miss you lots.