Saturday, February 13, 2010

Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)

(Quietly trying to slip the key into the door, one-eyed, then, finally hitting my mark, unlock the door and slowly open it, cringing as it creaks; gently, closing it, softly resetting the lock. Pause. Take off my shoes and tip-toe across the floor, stopping with a mouthful of my own heart at every soft announcement of my presence).

Like a running sore, I return at the most inopportune moment. Fortunately, many of you scrubbed me away, so you'll be unaware of my return. Hopefully, you made your partner aware that I once infected your blogroll (you were younger then, somewhat promiscuous about who you listed, you were really drunk when you added me...) and those days are over.

Things are much different here as well and over the following days and weeks and months I'll explain that in great detail.

For me, it means the world and, no matter how hackneyed it may read, it will truly be a single, full-time dad figuring it out.


landismom said...

Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.

John said...

Patriside or Patricide? In any case. Voodoo Chile was cool when Jimi did it but cooler still is my 14 year old pointing out that Stevie Ray Vaughn's version at the El Mocombo is very hot. What is more fortuitous than a son who has a similar taste to his father's?

Elisson said...

Some of us haven't forgotten you, dude.

spyderkl said...

(((hugs))) Glad you're back, and I hope you're ok.

Eileen said...

I'm still listening. Like someone scanning the heavens for signs of life in another galaxy. :)