Desiree Wheatley

loup
2 November 2017

30 years ago today I was sitting in a chapel filled with many of my friends. We were all wearing black; there were uncomfortable silences only broken with gentle sobs. They buried my friend today.

I miss you still.

*link to El Paso Times – Death in the Desert

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loup
1 November 2017

I wonder how much of a boost to their revenue in Las Vegas has been boosted by high ass people with the munchies that need a gallon of milk and a metric-shit ton of OREOs.

#imightbehigh

Dear #team45

What the FUCK just happened today?

Thanks for Noticing…

loup
20 October 2017

You may have noticed my absence on some “social” media services.

I gave up on facebook – the algorithms just didn’t do anything for me. I felt like I was back in 1997 on Geocities having to click on individual pages to catch up with the people I knew. Even after using Social Fixer, HT to Cheryl for that, it was a hot mess, and I grew to hate FB more than before. It had become a time suck of posts from weeks before showing up on my “Most Recent” feed. The ads and the filler posts “so and so liked this article” – “so and so checked in here” – that is great for them but post that shit on their wall, not mine. I wanted more content and less filler.

So, here I am; back at the blog, Pinterest, and for now – Instagram. But I’m betting FB will ruin that too.

Here is my most recent incarnation of the blog. You will find both journal style writing and single pages on different rambles that mean something to me.  I make no apologies for how I live my life because after all, I am the ONLY one I have to blame at the end of the day for how I sleep at night.

Love, with lots more to come so just give a girl some patience.

Memories of Vaughn’s Mill Road

loup
11 October 2017

moonlight beams over mountain tops
the changing color of the leaves

a faint Autumn breeze haunts the valley
and her creatures

it is not only the leaves that change
every year I become a child again

fireplaces burning throughout the cold nights
evening stars shining a blanket over our nocturnal souls

–LGK2002

I wrote this after my parent’s passed away in 2002 – jotted it down on the notebook. I stumbled across this poem this morning. I miss them so much, sitting on the deck with them, listening to the night sounds of the Blue Ridge Mountains.