I’ll Be Home Late Tonight

I have learned over the last few days, that when I get a text from the Sounder that says, ” Medical Emergency ” it probably means someone was on the tracks and got hit by a train.

That’s what happened on Wednesday.

I was on my way home when someone sitting across from me said he just got a text from his friend that was riding on the train ahead of us and his friend had texted  that the train they were on hit someone.

Almost right after that we pulled into our first stop and then  we got word about the fatality and that we were looking at a two hour wait minimum.

Considering I was going to get to go home and my family wasn’t going to have to claim me at the morgue, I decided that I may as well not stress, stay with the train instead if racing for a bus or calling for an Uber  and that I would eventually get to where I needed to be.

Once we got going, we eventually got to the place on the tracks where the accident happened.

There were law enforcement cars, there was a Medical Examiner’s truck and then I saw a gurney. I was surprised that it was there, considering.

Our train was moving slowly   as we moved through the intersection, I looked out my window and I saw a leg, a little further down I saw part of a torso and then I saw the people who have to take care of situations like this one kneeling in a circle and working.

And that’s when some jackass who rides the train shouted out ‘ Oh my GOD.”

But she wasn’t crying out in horror, she sounded like she was at the movies or at a concert- she sounded  thrilled.

I write about death, I have worked in a Funeral Home, I have been there when my loved ones have passed away and I explore and study death and it’s influence in art and music an literature.

But here is the thing- when I am in the presence of Death I show it respect.

I respect the deceased, I respect the process, I respect the impact death has on what it touches.

I think that the passengers on my train, for the most part respected that- Not everyone looked and some people made it a point to NOT look.

If you were going to be a part of that moment, if you wanted to witness what death did on the tracks that day- then don’t act like that person lived and then died to give you a cheap thrill.

If there is  on thing I’ve learned about Death over the years, I’ve learned it has a way of catching those little moments where people did not respect the process  and it stores them away for the future.

For. Your. Future.

AMM

Favorite Quote

Shortly after I read Pet Sematary I had a nightmare.

It was one of those dreams where you wake up and go through your regular routine and then:

My dog who had died a few years before was in my kitchen.

But I knew it wasn’t really my dog because Sham had orange wolf like eyes.

This dog had cat’s eyes and “Church” was written across his chest white chest in dark red ink.

And then he opened his mouth and I could feel his cold breath creep towards my face and he said:

I woke up screaming, of course.

This has been my favorite quote by King since that night.

The Team Player

Today

I want to be the lady in this picture.

There is something seriously wrong with her

but who cares?

She has a smile on her face

and she is ready to serve you with a smile.

And for that, she will be embraced by one and all

Today

I am ready to be a team player.

Run.

Run

NOW.

Goodnight My Micey

My little Shadow and Hamish Macbeth’s big brother, Micey, died today.

Micey was 16 years old and also leaves behind his brother Darwin who is also 16.

Darwin and Micey were litter mates and have never been without each other.

We love your My Mice.

Mommy.

You’re Kinda Special, Aren’t You?

In his book “Misery” Stephen King’s protagonist, Paul Sheldon has this reaction to Anne Wilke’s critique to what he’s written (I have to paraphrase because this is from memory)

Sheldon says that Annie has just moved from being loyal reader to merciless editor.

Facebookers are VERY loyal readers, we’ve all been there it’s true.

I posted the following meme where it ended up on a newsfeed with pictures talking cats and dogs, what people were in the midst of eating and arguments about how we would be on the one true path if pink salt was involved.

What I got were comments about what could happen if I did this. That’s right I got legal advice from Facebookers with ZERO legal training who think they know what happens to authors who base characters off of real people.

What they said: It’s against the law

Full stop.

If you do it you will be sued!!!

First off the level of ignorance I pertaining to the laws regarding this issue was hiking to the top of Mount Everest without oxygen tanks breathtaking.

Secondly, I’ve been writing for over 30 years and writing online consistently since around 2006.

I know what I’m doing.

I’ll bring this home now.

Shoot off fireworks after midnight, call me fat and ugly but do not try to mess with my creative process or writing.

Or else

Bunnies and Zombies and Eggs OH MY

 

Easter, oh  how I love Easter.

A guy comes back from the dead and we celebrate by eating candy and hard boiled eggs.

Plus, you get a new dress AND if you’re lucky a toy or a nifty gift.

I  love Easter.

It’s like Halloween dressed in a fluffy Hello Kitty sweater and sparkly flip flops.

So.

Here a few Easter treats from My Enduring Bones To You:

Yep. He’s flashing a bunny sign.

Deal with it.

My Sister’s nick name is Esther, so of course we call her ” Esther Bunny “.

Back when were were kids this picture would have given her nightmares…it’s possible it still can.

I’ll let you know.

My dog found the rabbit ears I was going to put on him for Easter.

He ate them.

Good thing they weren’t attached to the rabbit when he did that

I’M  KIDDING

Happy Resurrection Day…don’t let the Zombie get’cha

Anita Marie