Parallel Pleasures

I listened to a Beatles Anthology CD this morning, covering the Let it Be, Abbey Road era. Great stuff...It really lifted me up.

I think almost nothing makes me as happy as music.

good music...
good sex

parallel pleasures

Damn

I went food shopping at Pathmark on Friday, and I just broke down.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Thoughts of visiting my father at his deathbed. How hard it was, and how inadequate I felt. And, that horrible horrible moment when I had to leave for the airport, and had to say goodbye to him for what I knew was the last time.

It all came crashing down on me.
Sobbing into my cart in the produce aisle.

I composed myself as best I could. I take care of myself.
But, I know I walked around like a zombie. Not even sure of what I bought, and
still trying to shake the thoughts.



What's the old saying?

One step forward two steps back.

(felt like at least two hundred)