Today's Montage on FALLING

I fell off of the monkey bars onto my head once. If that explains anything.

Maury: What do you do when you fall off a horse?
Derek: (silence)
Maury: You GET BACK ON.
Derek: Sorry, Maury. I'm not a gymnast.

From The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
"Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves."

Time to take back the blog world.

I've been neglectful of this page and I'm not quite sure anyone reads it anymore. But I'm back in the swing (my mother will be glad, as how else does she find out these things!) and taking suggestions. It's time to go theme-related. Gimme an idea, kids. Anything. Give me a theme and I promise to dedicate one post, if not a whole month's worth, to your very carefully selected, hand picked for freshness topic. Tomorrow's will be: Falling. ( I just opened the dictionary and picked the first word I saw).

Tune in.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being... I am tempted to quote nearly half of what I've read so far in this post... but I won't. Get the book. Read it. Just because I said so.

We're all the same,
the men of anger,
and the women of the page

I've been thinking about those lines since I walked home from work last night. But why? Because I couldn't decide if I knew exactly what connects men of anger and women of the page. Is it frustration? Frustration drives men to anger. I say this on the assumption that most people don't get angry for any other reason than that of not being able to handle a situation any other way. They cannot do anything BUT be angry. So, there you have it. Frustration.
Is it also then, frustration that drives us, the women of the page (of which I, perhaps vainly, count myself one) to be who we are? We are writers. We spill our inky guts onto journal pages, computer screens with blinking cursors, napkins, receipts, odd scraps of paper -- anything we can get our hands on -- out of an inability to handle the current situation any other way? It's a viable theory.
Is it attention? Some people use anger as a way of getting noticed. And some of us use the pen. But I'm inclined to think it is the futility of our situation, and the frustration of inaction that spurs us towards outbursts, of rage or of the page.

Ack! It's been forever since I posted anything on here, I know.
Europe was so great. It wore me out sufficiently and so it's going to take a while for me to get up a synopsis of the trip. But it'll come, I promise.
Kastinka is so damn cute. She follows me around while I get ready, and this morning, we played hide and seek. I hid, she sought. She seemed to like the game. Now, if only she'd let me pick her up. It's going to be vet time in the next few weeks, and catching her is going to be an impossibility.
The bitch of a bellybutton ring infection that I got while in Paris is finally getting better. AND the airport found and returned my missing wallet (THANK GOD) for those of you to whom I complained about losing it.