I Don't Want to Blog Anymore

I don't want to blog anymore.  But, I think I'm addicted to it and plus, I like reading other peoples blogs and hope that one day someone will like reading mine.  I woke up very sad today.  I went to Virginia last week to visit a friend and the trip was not as enjoyable as I would have liked.  That's life.  My little son is going to Virginia next week with his dad.  That makes me sad too.  He'll be back though.

 I am tired and fed up and ranting...don't ya just love to rant sometimes?

(I don't even know what I'm tired and fed up with).

Am I confused or what?

I have a song in my heart...a story in my mind. God knows what else is at hand.

A bill collector called me and informed me that I was being sued today.  That's okay...I'll just counter sue. 

I am upset about many things today:

The fact that I may not be going to Martha's Vineyard. 
The fact that Daddy is in the hospital and I have not gone to visit him yet.
The fact that I rarely hear from my family unless they want something.
The fact that I haven't written one damned story yet.
The fact that mother is not here.
That Lois is gone, that I got to know Joan too late.
That we no longer go to Nana's on Thanksgiving, Christmas, Labor Day or Easter.
That we don't go to Aunt Mae's on those holidays either.
That I don't understand life better.
That life doesn't seem to agree with me.
That the sky is not paisley purple, shocking blue and hot pink.

I feel absent.  Have you ever felt absent? Like you exist but aren't here?