melanie sue

Embarrassing as it is-when I finished writing yesterday's entry and hit post......instead, it went POOF!

Obviously somehow I goofed.

Maybe it wasn't meant to post. Just some warm up practice. I have not written in a diary or a journal since my high school and college days.

When I first joined Poetbay, I attempted one that began with my days after college while living at The Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was a true fish story. At the time, in the late 70's, I lived with my boyfriend almost across the street from Kitty Hawk Pier and Restaurant Grill. He worked in construction and I waited on tables at night and also bartended.  I took care of his Golden Retriever, Kemo. One day while walking Kemo out on the beach, a huge amount of Bluefish had been run up close to shore. Many were disabled from the bites. I had a big cooler of ice....all I had to do was command Kemo to get me the fish. He was a very obedient dog but I think he also loved fetching those disabled fish and he did until we filled up the entire cooler. Later, we had a party on the beach-

volleyball, beer and fried fish and other good edibles.

But I wasn't disciplined enough to commit and stick with it.

I was a failure in my initial effort.

It got deleted.

I shall try again.

Tomorrow.

Today, I enjoyed the sunshine and mildly warm weather of Goldsboro, a place that almost got accidentally nuked in the early 60's.

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*Notice- This is the beginning of writing again. I am very  "rusty" and out of the habit of expressing my thoughts this way. I am starting over here, creating this diary, another way of recording my existence besides through poetry.  It is my autobiography. My written entries will likely be very raw.

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