ALWAYS WEAR GLOVES

On another note. I deactivated my FACEBOOK account the other day. Monday to be exact. I can't properly explain how it feels yet. WHY! would I do such a thing you ask. To be honest, it's a bit of a whim really. I know I looked at it too much and I know it was not genuinely enriching my life but also know it was not hurting me and it really was serving me to keep in touch with what was "going on". I just decided one night that I needed to see what life was like without it. This came with some contemplation about eliminating other things in my life that may or may not need to be excised or at the very least exorcised (which I will keep to myself and let you ruminate upon). So FACEBOOK had become something that I simply didn't think I wanted to deal with anymore and now it's gone. Now it's gone and I feel lonely. I feel lonely about not having that endless stream of crap flow in front of my eyes? No, wait now, it was not all crap. I loved seeing what my frien...

this picture is ten years older than this post I have been looking backward a lot lately. I find myself today, thinking on the past and attempting to attach it to my present. A day of reflection I suppose.... So, reflection. The first dead body I ever had to "deal with" was in a quaint little neighborhood in _______, Oregon. I must have been about 19. My mother and I had travelled from ________ to ________ in order to help my uncle take care of his small children while his wife was away. I think that was also the first time my mom and I had ever been on a trip together without my father and brother. It was high summer and very hot. As I write this I am realizing just how long ago this seems. I will be turning 40 in January. 40. I can hardly believe that I can say, "20 years ago..." and not have that place me in grade school. It certainly does not seem like "only yesterday" the day that my uncle's pager went off in his living room to alert him to a deat...