What is it?

Don’t like them; … the highs, ok, they’re good.
But screaming down that hill into the abyss: The lows. They suck.

Every now and then a slight tremor, a gentle shake, even a humorous jolt – one every long while is ok.
Smooth gliding, just coast, that’s what I want.
Not bad surprises around the bend, tears, spasms in the gut, that nauseous feeling and what comes next.
Nope. No siree. Don’t need it.
A multitude of glistening spheres bubbling up from the depths, an awesome surprise, yes, bring that on.
Jiggles, giggles, fantasy come true.
The magical ride, that one over there with the golden lights
picking up a little speed as it heads for the tunnel…
Heritage buildings may not be known for their cozy interiors when it’s cold outside.
Sitting, working, freezing.
Those who shake my hand are freeze dried, frozen upright.
Odd that people I’ve known for years, who never cared to touch me in any way are reaching out, needing to make contact.
They chill. A subtle tremor is evident.
And they are thinking, I’ve known her all these years and I had no idea she was so Brrrrr cold.
It would probably go better if I shut the window.
My nephew Pete

took the time machine back to Halloween 1985, where he was an inappropriate

office manager

with a little too much time on his hands

but the ladies didn’t seem to mind.

WWW: Don’t you want to know what your test results are?
me: Yes!
WWW: Why didn’t you call for appointment?
me: I’ve been calling for a week!
WWW: You know I am busy.
me: Why don’t you call me back? I left a message every time.
WWW: Cannot return calls.
me: Why not?
WWW: I am busy.
me: If you won’t return calls, why does the message ask me to leave one?
WWW: Yes, that is a problem. I have talked to my coworkers. Can’t fix it.
me: Do you think it’s ok for a medical clinic not to answer the phone or return messages?
WWW: hmmm. So, you want to make appointment?
me: Yes!
Well, at least she called. It’s probably bad news.
You’ve been good to me most years, except the ones when I was bad. Those were the years.
Anyhoo Santa, I’ve been pretty, mostly good.
This year please bring a very large home. It should have lots of hallways leading off in different directions. And sound proof bedrooms far away from one another. Also plumbing, lots of it. Rooms overflowing with devices hooked up to pipes.
This very large home should have fireplaces. And an oil stove in the kitchen. Yes, there I said it, oil.
I would like it to be on the water so I could hear waves at night. Qualicum Beach would be nice.
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