My Cardboard Balcony

It has been a fairly relaxing spring break. I've been housesitting for a friend's dog, spending time with my sister and friends, restarting my TV project, and getting some exercise. Nothing like twenty minutes a day on the elliptical machine that the house has, as well as walks with the pooch. Of course, my brain's telling me now how fast the week has gone, even though to me, it's moved as normally as any week, really. But that's what happens, time being a strange thing and all. Now it's just time for me to rest and enjoy the weekend, especially now that my mom's back from her trip to Austin. Honestly, spring break has allowed me to relax and take a few mental breaks to be creative, free, and calm. So not too much deep introspection from me this week. Which, in truth, can be more of a relief than anything else. Writer's Quotation of the Night: The answer to all writing, to any career for that matter, is love. - Ray Bradbury Have a great night

Weight by Belinda Roddie What a heavy day it’s been No other word seems to fit it better The sky could collapse under its cotton robes That flutter only slightly as they move The light is not too defined, either – All’s been dim from noon to evening As I’ve waited by the railroad tracks Mangled in rust and southern heat – And all that I see appears to linger In each draw of breath, in a haze On a very clear horizon – Clear but not strong enough To lift the weight that causes my head to spin What a heavy day it’s been

Harold wanted to extend the olive branch to his wife, but she was unwilling to take it. Probably because it was quite literally an olive branch, and she had no use for it. Harold had never been one to understand figures of speech or metaphors, so when his therapist had encouraged the gesture, he had gone to great lengths to find a limb straight from an olive tree. "I don't even like olives," his wife griped as she went back to her separate bed. Harold would have to learn one way or another.