Sunday Salon and Sunday Post Nov 22 2015

Yesterday I came to my parents hours for the holidays. It was uneventful expected for the drive through the twilight zone. I admit that as a writer and a prolific reader that I tend toward the hyperbolic but seriously. On the bus ride from Columbus OH to Ashland KY, My phone would not receive or send messages, the bus wi-fi wouldnt download or upload anything. It wasnt just me either. Someone sitting in front of me scribbled on a piece of paper asking if my phone was sending messages; I was all like no. Then my brain started conjuring up “possible” scenarios.

The bus driver was a diabolical being who had kidnapped us and was driving us all to Hell

The bus driver was part of ISIS, and we were all going to be killed then our grisly and cut up bodies were going to be on TV stations the world over. (I am strange, it is not the death that bothers me but the fact I won’t be looking my best for my TV début that sends chills down my spine)

It was Horrorstor Greyhound Style! HorrorBus!

It was then I told myself that I needed to get a grip. So I dug out my Kindle and thankfully I had downloaded Pema Chadron’s  The Places That Scare You. Umm ok. I was like I am in a places that is starting to FREAK ME THE EFF OUT so basically the same thing so I started reading. It was really good. I love Pema Chadron. I am not sure why the buddhist have the best writers but they do. IMHO a lot of Christian writers come across as self-righteous assholes. I mean you read about a Christian saying no to sex and 8 times out 10 there will be an…assholeness quality to it. You read Pema Chadron saying we need to “conserve our karmic energy and to not hurt people with sex (which is holy) and you are all like I am NEVER having sex again unless it is to express cosmic oneness with my soul mate. They are basically saying the same thing but the Buddhist have the quality of not pissing non-Buddhist off.

So ANYWAY I read my Pema Chadron book and forgot all about that maybe I was on my way to the beehive (a Hororrstor reference) when all of a sudden my phone started vibrating with all my missed messages. Mostly my mom wanting to know where the hell i and the bus was as the bus was not showing up on Greyhound;s bus tracker app.  See I TOLD you something wired happened last night. So I sent mom a text telling her I was fine for the moment then we pulled into my stop and I got the hell off that bus. I told my parents my twilight zone theory and mom agreed that the bus not showing up on the app AT ALL was really weird.  Al in all I have no solid explanation but with the power of a good book I was able to keep my wits. And people make fun of me for always having my Kindle with me and loaded with books. So folks ALWAYS have something to read with you.

As for today, I am just going to read and work on my book blog for this week. I will be taking part in #thankfully reading. This may be my last Thanksgiving that I can pull the whole I can’t UNDERSTAND anyone so I will be in my room reading thingie off. The whole damn family shows up to my parents house and well. I always get my food and go to my room and read, They are estimating that I will have surgery for my implant in January so next year I may have to break down and be all like I just don’t like Y’all so I will be in my room reading. heh. I have already got my Thanksgiving Pajamas. Mom hates it that I refuse to dress up, but I love to put on Pajamas I have bought just for Thanksgiving. They allow for the most stretch and food intake. I get it fancy cause after all it IS a holiday. Then I get my books ready, and I am all set.