Kim's Blog

I'm in a position to make an observation on this topic. In this town (can't speak for others), a snowman is held in low regard, which helps explain why so many ungoverned neighborhood children are allowed to make targets of them with snowballs.   Imagine these folks desire to split a family into warlike factions; the snowballs are my friends and family.  I used to enjoy the luxury of merely laying down on the ground during the winter, giving moisture to the land.  These days I'm not much better than one of these people-groups' stand-up comics.  You see, I am now a snowman. At the start of the season, my intention was to sleep peacefully during the winter until mid-February.  I had seen neighboring snowmen as representative of derision and demeaning - not even being provided adequate clothing- with no protection against these onslaughts of snowy missiles.   It just didn't appeal to me in the least to stand up in a junkman's attire making an utter f...

  I used to ride a train to work from midtown to downtown, generally seated next to a congenial old chap named Max.  After several trips, I realized he was bl ind.   For one thing, he never looked me in the eyes, and the people he greeted as they got on the train, he never bother to look at either yet called them each by name. I always sat beside him because we had wonderful conversations –many of his quite colorful- about the happenings of the day before, the way we raised our children, and so forth.   Also, he was a big one for political conversation.   Though he never said, I felt sure that he was on the advisory board of the Governor or some top agent.   But I never asked. One day I got off from work a bit late and figured I had missed my traveling companion.   However, I ran into him in the drinking car.   “Oh, what a miserable day I’ve had to today,” he muttered to me.   (I guess he recognized my cologne to know I was standing nex...

 About Me First off, I'm no computer genius.  This is a result of not being in a classroom in 45 years!  But much we like used to read books off a shelf, so we write on blogs.  How to I describe a sunset to a blind person.  Well, today they tried it on me.   In brief, I'm 66 and have been out of college 40+years. A lot's happened since then, my husband and sister have died, my mother is a total invalid, which has curtailed my personal life considerably.  So all I have to entertain myself is a good book, a good conversation, and wonderful friend.  But most times that is enough. However, since I experienced some success at a play I wrote years ago, I decided to take this creative writing class. Here I hope I will learn to be disciplined, among other things.