Her hands

Her hands are cracked and the severely cracked spots bleed. Her skin is beyond dry. We cover the skin with olive oil, we cover it with Dream Cream, a product by LUSH made for super dry skin. Her whole body is chapped, daily she is slathered. She feels pain when she walks. I keep gloves on her once I put the lotion on.

Now I see its going to get colder this week. I have the humidifiers and vaporizers going.

I can't help but blame her vegetarian diet. Her Dad is a vegetarian. My Moms hands get cracked but she cleans houses. A person needs Omega oils. Fish is delish!

I will search the internet, ask the vitamin guy at the local granola store, because there are answers to this.

What about your friends?
There are answers to all questions, whether we want to know the truth or not. I am unhappy with where I live, so I want to move. I am unhappy with my lack of local friends, I want to settle in another liberal little town and find people like me. Creative Moms who like music and tattoos and love their kids more then anything.


My closest friend moved when she got married. I have reconnected with high school chums but its been 20 years. What to say? I had a dear friend who simply stopped being a part of my life. We had all kinds of adventures. I don't blame her so much, I think sometimes people come into our lives for a reason. She needed some help getting out of her shell and there I was. We met at a writing group and then spent a year. She had recently divorced and I was going through the same. We wrote and laughed and cried.

The last time I saw her was after my shoulder operation. We went out for Indian food. She had bought a new car and drove us. I was glad she had gotten rid of her mom mobile. She was heavily into her massage therapy classes, surrounded by other women going through the same thing. I asked her if I was being replaced and she said No. It was all very light. She hugged me when we parted.

When my house was on fire, she came over. I sat in my neighbors house with her and she held my hand. We held hands when it got bad, I was always grateful for her hand in mine.

I missed her more then a lover, she was a sister. She straight laced with her sweater vest. She told me often that her parents had always told her never to trust anyone outside the family. She is from Kansas if it matters. I loved her and she loved me, we had good times.

There is a neighbor who is a bit younger then me with tattoos and likes music. She lets her child run wild in a dangerous manner. I see him dressed in thin clothes as the winter wind blows through to his young skin. He seems to get himself ready every morning and take himself home. He is 7. His Dad is a total pothead hippie who didn't comprehend why I would be concerned that his child was mouth kissing the friend of my child who was visiting.

Hey OOOO.

You keep on Sir, keep on getting high.

Whats alot of pot to someone who is home caring for his son? The kid would show up daily for company and snacks this Summer.

Back to friends and my lack of them.

I am a loner. I have few friends but those who are my friends, I've got their back. Body to bury? Shoulder to cry on, money to lend, bars to attend? I am there.

I have a myriad of acquaintances. You can't help but knowing people when you have elementary aged children. Funnily enough, it is my daughters Father who does most of the socializing. I plan and organize.

I will find community in my church, Universalist Unitarians are social people, who sincerely want to help. The womens group looks good, its the first time walking in that causes me such grief. I will go out to coffee shops.

The strangers I see in stores who I converse with do not find me hideous or malformed emotionally. I can shoot the breeze, give sincere compliments and my listening skills are phenomenal. The main thing is, actually leaving my house.

I like to do things by my lonesome. I go out to eat, go to movies, that is how I am. There is no insecurity there. I am self sufficient, but yes, I require community.

There is lots of unconditional love to give and receive. I welcome women folk, men folk, merfolk into my life. I'll apologize in advance for preferring email as my primary form of communication, texting is okay. The phone I look at with great suspicion.

Quirky and witty! I think you can only be eccentric if you are rich.

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall, all you've got to do is call - and I'll be there, see you again, you've got a friend.

Love,

Rose