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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Showing posts with label Gdawg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gdawg. Show all posts

Monday, March 2, 2015

Love and Longing In The Lift


for Gdawg, where/whenever he may be

It happened again the other day
Taking the lift, as I normally do.

I swear I felt your presence there,
Beside me,
Almost like you were really there ...

Like we could just smile, and reach out take each other's hand.

Then, in the exact moment that feeling resonated,
Realization followed,
Sorrow was swallowed,
and I arrived at my floor.

I took a deep (steadying) breath,
Opened the lift door,
and stepped out (determinedly)
Out to my reality.

As alone as when I was before that tantalizingly tangible tic of time.

Where are you?

Has our "lift" door closed?

Friday, September 23, 2011

What Dreams May Come

Dear G-Dawg:

I woke up weeping this morning from the most vivid dream. All I remember is snatches – except for the last bit. I still grieve for the loss of something that I know wasn’t real, but I still can't shake this dream.

I can still feel the sensation of being so cherished, like I was a surprising gift that was recently discovered. The fleeting memories of a casual embrace that I started, and then you tentatively reciprocated. What was meant to be brief ended up as something else, something much more important. I can still feel you take the leap at the opportunity, and then wrap your arms tighter around me – drawing me in closer, not once but two times. I can still feel time stop … as we caught our breath and our heartbeats matched rhythms for the length of five slow beats. I felt and counted them with my cheek against your chest and my palms on your back. I can still sense how surprised you were, yet happily so, as you dipped your head down to my shoulder with the deep sigh that I echoed. I know how secure I was in the rightness of the impulse that led to this special moment out of time. Like all the words that we never could say and never needed to be now. We were finally where we were supposed to be.

I ache that I woke and don’t remember more.

All I can ask now, is

Where are you?

~Auntie Nettie

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Introducing G-Dawg!

As previously discussed in the FAQs, Auntie Nettie has a long standing policy of not posting pictures of herself, hubbie G-Dawg, or our off-spring on this blog. However, I decided to make an exception today.

Today, I'm proud to release a photo of the G-Dawg himself. Or actually, a partial picture of G-Dawg. He would like to remain anonymous, invisible you might say. I, on the other hand, would like to sing his praises! (Click on the links for more information about our wedding and offspring.)

G-Dawg may look like a stuffed shirt, but he's really ever so cuddly. He provides a warm and safe embrace, and a shoulder to lean on. He stays close by when we sleep, but doesn't get his feelings hurt when I push him away in the middle of the night when I need space. He's not a cover hog. When he gets "funky," he doesn't get a 'tude when I tell him he needs a wash. He's the perfect man for me. This is a picture of his better half.

Even though I consider my G-Dawg one-of-a-kind, I understand if you'd like a paragon like this of your very own. If so, you can go here and get one.

And now G-Dawg would like to resume being known as the Invisible Man in Auntie Nettie's Attic!*

*yes, Jane Eyre is my favorite book. How did you know?! He's nothing like Bertha. NOTHING!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Congratulate me!

Mr. H.F. Onlenos, (pronounced Only-knows), and his wife, the former Ms. Auntie Nettie, are pleased to announce the birth of their first offspring. The home birth was early this morning in their residence on Heaven-on-Earth, a private island far far away. Attending in both body and spirit were multitudes of angelic midwives and generations of family and friends. The new father is pleased to report that mother and baby are doing well.

Ms. Nettie is best known for her antics, crochet creations, and strange observations. Before her marriage, she was employed by many musical institutions; she travelled with her husband until the final stages of her pregnancy. Mr. Onlenos, who goes by his nickname "G--", has many higher degrees, has traveled and published extensively, and has many diverse interests. In a fortuitous turn of events, the couple's first born was born nine months to the day of their wedding. (Please see their engagement announcement here.)

The couple has asked that all baby presents/donations be directed to the following charities:

Project Night Night
Project Linus
Better World Books - Rebuild NOPL

Books for Babies

Information and pictures of the baby may be found here.


Yes ... G-- does have a sense of humor.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Congratulate me!

Mr. and Mrs. Payr Entel Unjits of RomanticWmtc, Connecticut, are pleased to announce the engagement of their daughter, Auntie Nettie, to, H.F. Onlenos, of Cloud 9, Siargao Island, the Philippines. A wedding is scheduled when the temperature in Hell, Michigan is considerably less temperate.

Ms. Nettie, known by her honorific, is best known for her antics, crochet creations, and biting blog humor. She is currently employed by many musical institutions and has her own business. Mr. Onlenos (pronounced Only-knows), goes by his nickname "G--", has many higher degrees, has traveled and published extensively, and has many diverse interests. He is a surfer in the Philipines, and is also a skilled mechanic. In fact, it was the later skill that brought the couple together. The affianced couple are planning to reside everywhere and anywhere, but mostly in Heaven-on-Earth, a private island far far away.