Whatever I Want This To Be (NEW)

A lifelong journalist, my first word at 1 was to report an injury by describing the event to the woman in the basement doing laundry. “Hot.” I fell and hit my head on the radiator. I never got good at nouns or pronouns. I know faces, voices, general demeanor. I don’t like hello or goodbye. ‘See ya when I see ya’ would suffice. I prefer nothing at all, not acknowledge. Part of my PTSD is from abandonment that found new ways to apply itself throughout life. Lots of hot radiators in the world make me feel unsafe.

I might be Sundowning. We’ll see. There are gaps of lost time in the last year. I pulled my blogs and writing. I seldom recognize anything written in the last decade. And, like a tap, words drip out onto the lighted screen we share through the statistical tunnel. Trying not to let language skills diminish. My eyesight has recently given me bouts of double vision. My reading and editing and reviewing suffer. I basically open a tap. Store some of the better stuff to mete out as I blog, giving each my best attention. Lots more boring stuff.

More later…to create?