Dislocation
If I'd known what a lousy driver my inner self was, I would never have handed over the steering wheel. Of course it was interesting seeing where I really wanted to go, but that was before the accidents, and the parking tickets. The going got so rough there a while that I closed my eyes, and now I can't even find my way home. Do you recognize me? Know my address, perhaps? Oh well. Nice meeting you, then, and don't take offense at my godawful honesty. I didn't used to be like this. Really.
posted by Jeanne at 00:25
25 Comments:
So you let the inner self do the driving... curious to know where you went? Where did yourself lead you... despite the bumps and thumps during the journey... ? So nice to meet you Jeanne.
Delighted, Terry. Though I believe you've met both sides before :)
was that your inner child or inner adult? that can make a difference when driving.
Hmmm...your inability to find your way home certainly explains the infrequent posts.
I'll hire a driver for you if it helps...
Read the latest epistle... was so happy to see it was longer than usual and it was greedily devoured. Your details were so thorough I could picture every bit. And, the ending was the best part. Gotta love those Jeanne endings.
That's what you get for turning over the wheel when you want to catch some Z's.
Next time, park in a side road and take a real nap. At least you'll know where you are when you wake up.
Steve,
I didn't REALLY want to go back.
benji,
Very astute. I'm not sure I have an inner adult. If she's there, she's probably sulking. Which is extremely childish of her.
Joe,
I get carsick so easily in the back seat, but thanks anyway.
Terry,
We aim to please.
UTMG,
The problem is the brakes are out.
Have you parked your self in your garage safe and dry ?
Consise,
Safe, but hardly dry. I understand we have all your rain up here.
Guess you better coast to a stop then!
So ride shotgun.
*waves
Hi Jeanne - how's life in your part of the world?
*bangs hand on computer table... "We want another story"
Terry-berry,
I'm too busy. I did write one for a contest, but it's very different. I'll send it if you want.
Got it, read it, read it again, and then once more. A story in line with the present times... and I found myself understanding/relating to every step of the daughter at that rebelious age. You write so well Jeanne - I hope you win with its submission. (I'm collecting my own private library of your works :))
Damm send it back! I read that its going to be a rather bleak spring down here....the sun is soo bright!
Hey, what ever happened to that gal that used to hang out over here? Did one of the characters in her stories kidnap her? Help help! Bring her back!!
She's on the verge of collapse, actually. Happens once in a while.
Crappola! That isn't what I wanted to hear. Dang it girl - I knew those patients were beating you up!
I'm sorry Jeanne - really. I didn't know you "Swedish Nurses" ever run out of energy... oh yeah, I remember now. You are a transplant. Well, sending hugs anyway, and all my best wishes that you get all your strength back ASAP, both inner and outer.
Hi Jeanne, sorry to hear it's hard times for you. Sending warm thoughts/vibes your way, for whatever it's worth. I hope things get better soon.
Hi Jeanne - hope you are welcoming the Fall where you are.
Got any pumpkins in the garden?
Just checking in. Will you ever return?
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