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TMI and Tidal Waves

As usual, it's been a busy week around these parts, and none of my activities this week involved running. If my grandmother could hear at the moment and complete a sentence without hacking up a lung, she'd ask me what's wrong. I'd have to confess that my eczema has flared up in this oh-so-cold-there's-ice-on-my-car south Florida weather, and my skin is so itchy that I have bruises up and down my limbs from all the scratching I've been doing.

There are some days I'm relieved to know men with calloused hands. (Before you take that last comment too seriously, remind yourself that I am writing this at 9:30 on a Friday night.)

Anyway...

I met up for coffee with someone last night who proved to stoke my creative juices. I'll spare you the details of the conversation, but I did have to stop him mid sentence to point out that that particular conversation will most definitely become part of "La Isla Encontrada." Fortunately, he agreed to it, and I fully plan to use this post as legal documentation should he ever try to sue me for using part of his life story. You're my witnesses.

My mind has been inundated with the concept of loss and how it fits in with our stations in life. For the last few weeks, I've head the opening line to "Man of the Hour" stuck in my head. This line is so brilliant that I totally want to rip it off of Eddie Vedder, but I won't. Damn conscience!

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness.

Um. Yeah. Think about that one for a minute. I won't even add my own commentary because (1) I'm not sure I can articulate it in words; and (2) my words will cheapen its brilliance. Something's telling me that this line is my latest muse.

Finding one's muse is such a great feeling.
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Christy said…
I think...the muse thing? Yeah. I agree.
Also, "and my skin is so itchy that I have bruises up and down my limbs from all the scratching I've been doing." Me too! Seriously! I did a double take when I read that, because I could have written it myself.
7:14 PM
frabjouspoet said…
It's so good to know that I'm not alone in the itchy skin department. I am SO ready for it to be over! Is yours the kind that doesn't respond to treatment? That's the worst part. Here's hoping that yours goes away soon.
8:32 PM
Christy said…
Oh yeah. I've concocted so many lotions (I love having an apothecary under my desk) and I even resorted to buying some that said it was especially for itchy, dry skin. Nothing is working. I think I'm also reacting to a new laundry soap we bought, but it's a combination of both things :(
8:31 AM
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