My Bone Waking up is an epic task that I all too often ignore in it's simplicity. Most days it comes naturally just like the sunrise, timed and accurately occurring right about when the world needs me, or rather I need it. And some often times it is forced upon me by my little electronic machine, set digitally to stimulate me out of slumber. Eyes open, I must, in a matter of miliseconds, remember my entire reality. My eyes, ears, sense of touch, smell and overall energy send impulse after impulse of neurological waves to my brain, and I take them all and make a picture. This picture fits in some way to a stream of events that are called my past, and are setting the scene for my future. I, the lying being, must accept this scene, calculate this thing called "myself" and place it into the scene, and then conclude that I am Kara, awake, and starting where I decided to pause last night. I figure it's kinda like back in the day when you decided to watch a movie on the VCR but more complicated. I made a little space on the couch where I agreed to leave my reality for about 90 minutes. But mid-movie, I would need to go microwave an oh-so-yummy bean and cheese burrito so I would push pause. Coming back to that movie is like waking. You resume the position and have to put back into your mind everything that led up to that point, take your place as the viewer, and then accept the fate of what might come next. Tonight before I go to bed, I will give myself a pep- talk about the task of waking up, so I dont die when I am confronted with such a monumental thing at 6:30 in the morning. I hope I make it!


I think Mother Nature is going through menapause or something. She keeps getting hot flashes and then raining, then just spotting, then raining, and then its hot again. I wish she would just go on hormone therapy because she's making it very difficult to go on a nice long walk.  ¶ 9:35 PM