my blue period

It was too nice outside to wear my dark winter coat. Spring had finally arrived, and I was ready to ditch the heavy parka. A glance in the closet revealed no season-appropriate alternatives suitable for work, so I left the house wearing a black sweater.

It began to rain.

My gray umbrella helped, but I still had goose bumps as I dodged raindrops on my way into the office. Happy for an excuse to get away from my desk, I drove to the Goodwill Store during my lunch break. My mission: find a raincoat.

I had my fingers crossed that there would be something in my size. At least I could try on any raincoats I might find.  Clothes shopping is challenging enough, but I avoid thrift stores since there are no fitting rooms. I’m not confident that untested secondhand items will suit me. I’m petite in height but not girth.  I’m low- waisted and big-busted. My proportions make it hard for me to find clothes that fit . I like my attire to be plain and simple with the ability to hide all of my body’s faults. Above all, I embrace neutral colors. Baby may got back, but I don’t want you to notice.

The coats were on the wall to the left of the entrance. The sign above the rack announced good news:

Red dot = $5.00
Blue dot = $3.00

Surely I can find something in my size for $5.00, I thought. Money was as tight as my clothes, so I scanned the tags. I was hoping that a well-to-do woman with a heart of gold and a preference for tan had donated her seldom worn size “ample” raincoat. I don’t like drawing attention to myself with my clothes. Or with anything else for that matter.

I skipped the sky blue raincoat. Definitely not my style. Of course, the bright item hanging in the sea of brown, gray and black outerwear was the only actual raincoat on the rack. Why couldn’t this be a nice, navy blue? I lamented.

I checked the tag: my size. I set my brown purse on the floor and tried it on. It was comfortable, not too snug in the shoulders and not too tight across my chest. It had a spacious hood and large pockets. There were five firmly attached buttons. It was a perfect fit.

Except for the color.

I looked out the front windows. The rain was still coming down. Walmart was a short drive away, but I knew even their “Always Low Prices” couldn’t compare to the deal I had in front of me.

I bought the coat.

As the cashier handed me my receipt, I asked if she could take off the price tag. “I’m going to wear it out of the store,” I explained. She complied with little interest or enthusiasm. I thanked her and slipped on the raincoat so I would stay dry.

I was almost to my car when I passed another shopper headed to the store.

“Great color!” she called.

I didn’t melt into a puddle when she noticed me. In fact, I probably smiled as bright as the sun hiding behind the clouds.


 I needed to remember warmer times after seeing snow on the ground this morning. I’m linking up with the warmhearted bunch at yeah write. 

The Damned Truth (about EditMoi)


Yesterday, I published my first piece of fiction on this blog (honest, I made it up). Sure, it was only forty-two words long, but that’s what was required for the yeah write gargleblaster challenge.

For those of you who said I should try my hand at more fiction, you’re in luck! This week, Axe-Wielding Editor Christi of Edit Moi is hosting the Blogging Alliance of the Damned. She challenged fellow alliance members to tell her something that she didn’t know about herself. We only had 100 words to reveal one of her secrets. Discover out all sorts of dirt about our hostess by clicking HERE.

Comments closed. Please stop by Christi’s blog to share your thoughts. Or make stuff up. 



closing time

My Skewed View

Apparently, this isn’t goodbye, but see you later.

“Dusty Old Dust (So Long It’s Been Good to Know Yuh)” by Woody Guthrie

We talked of the end of the world, and then
We’d sing a song an’ then sing it again.
We’d sit for an hour an’ not say a word,
And then these words would be heard:

So long, it’s been good to know yuh;
So long, it’s been good to know yuh;
So long, it’s been good to know yuh.
This dusty old dust is a-gettin’ my home,
And I got to be driftin’ along.

Jen Kehl is putting Twisted MixTape Tuesday on hiatus so that she has time for other projects and and life in general. She promises that she will be back, but this is the final week (for now). In that case, I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.

“We’ve Got Tonight” covered by Kenny Rogers and Sheena Easton

I know it’s late
I know you’re weary
I know your plans
Don’t include me

I first linked up with Jen and the other blogjays last October. I came to the blog hop at just the right time. I was struggling with some things and couldn’t write. The mixtapes got me through that writing slump. If it hadn’t been for the mixtapes, I’m not sure if I would have posted at all.

I guess I thought I could always rely on them as a source of inspiration.

“Fire and Rain” by James Taylor

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
but I always thought that I’d see you again.

Once I was hooked, I began to listen to music in a different way.

How can I use this song on a mixtape?
What other songs would I put with this?
What theme would this tune fit?

It’s fun. I pay closer attention to lyrics and to who sings the songs now. I even was inspired to suggest last week’s theme after hearing this song. But when Jen announced “Missing You” as this week’s theme, I save the song.

“Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

“I Ain’t Missing You at All” by John Waite

Now see, I would never have known the name of the guy who sings this song were it not for these mixtapes. My apologies to Mr. Waite, I could have sworn that someone else sang this song. Can’t put my finger on who, but I was completely unaware of you and your appearance on Top of the Pops.

I ain’t missing you at all
Since you’ve been gone away
I ain’t missing you
No matter what my friends say

“Here Without You Baby” by 3 Doors Down

I’m here without you, baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you, baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams

I knew there was the perfect song for this mix, but I couldn’t grab onto it in my memory. Then I heard this song on the radio three days in a row. The universe was trying to help me remember just in time for this last (for now) tape.

“Closing Time” by Semisonic

Just to show Jen how dear she and her blog hop are to me, I’m going to conclude this mix with a story I’ve never told before. I met my husband when we were both serving as disaster relief volunteers after Hurricane Katrina. One evening in a bar, this song came on. We now consider it “our song.”

I think these lyrics sum up how I’m feeling about the end (for now) of Twisted MixTape Tuesday:

Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end

Have you always wanted to link up with Twisted MixTape Tuesday? Here’s your last chance (for now). Find your favorite “missing you” songs and join us! Let’s send Jen out on a high note.


Never mind, I’ll find someone like you

I friended her on Facebook. Well, not me, but a woman she’s afraid to admit she’s forgotten. I like this and comment on that, further insinuating myself in her life. A few more dumpster dives and I’ll soon have my new life.

The yeah write #157 gargleblaster requires exactly forty-two words in response to this question:

Have you seen her much?