• #BeReal,  Blog,  Life

    Let It Go, Let It Go…But I Can’t

    In a few weeks Chez Lunatic will be moving into new digs. This means there is going to be a whirlwind of packing going on for the next few weeks, and I am NOT looking forward to it. Let me make this very clear. I love moving. I love being in a new place and setting order up and getting things organized into new spaces. I love the thrill and excitement of being someplace Other than where I was, of learning new neighborhoods and meeting new neighbors (though I don’t think anyone will be able to match our current neighbors whom our whole family has come to love in such…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015

    The Best Christmas Toy Ever

    Day 25’s prompt took me back. Write about your favorite toy. She was mine. Her original outfit was worn out a long time ago (though I do still have it in a box somewhere) and replaced by one a found about ten or so years ago. Her name is Alisha Anita and her birthday is November 1st. She’s going to be 33 years old, though she doesn’t look her age, honestly. She still makes me happy when I see her, and she still brings the same feeling to me when I hold her in my arms and hug her as she did oh, so many years ago. xo Jesi  …

  • Poetry

    Youth’s A Stuff Will Not Endure

    Bittersweet By Jesi Scott What I remember most are his eyes like the Texas skies in winter when the sun shines after the snow falls and covers the browned leaves, the grey-green boughs of the evergreen trees. How those eyes sparkled, lit from within from some hidden sunbeam he carried in his soul, and how they smiled at me, and tried to see through the walls I erected to hide my heart from the world.   What I remember most are his hands, mine in his, his covering mine, trying to keep warm against the cold night air, both his hands pulling me into his arms in the privacy of…

  • Writing

    In Which I Wish I Had A Pensieve

    I have been trying to write all morning. I’m working on The Faerie’s Tale, which I have now renamed The Witch’s Tale (by the way, the title will probably change often-you have been warned). I have been typing away for two hours now. I have two-thirds of a page written. That’s it. Today’s writing has been like pulling splinters out of my brain. I am almost literally pulling the words out of my brain. If I could draw I’d have a sketch of myself with my hands on a word trying to pull a whole sentence out of my head with this look of consternation on my face. That would…

  • Life,  Thoughts

    Remember When?

    Minus the stroller and the knitting, and with less grass, (although it probably all applied at some point), this could very well be a version of my Granny doing the laundry. I was thinking about her a bit ago while I was doing my own laundry. I had just taken some of the Tornado’s blankets outside to dry on my makeshift washing line because they are light enough that they will dry more quickly in the sun than in the dryer. That saves a little on the electricity albeit a very small amount. But every little drop in the bucket eventually adds up. Anyway, I was thinking how nice it…