A good cry on the train

Kosovo Schmosovo, that's the winning title right now.
I had a migraine, my second one ever, and was busy puking my guts out all night, now i'm so spent even lifting a finger to type is an effort. But my head doesn't hurt, so i am almost pleasantly tired, like after a day of super hard work. so that's good. also, if i was into horror movies, i would have plenty of material for at least two full feature horror best-sellers. the images you see while having a migraine are unreal. if i weren't a heathen, i'd be sure the Lucifer came for me. And the light, the bright bright light, ow. Another good news is that the "migraine art" is quite hip these days. Lots of painters who suffer migraines draw inspiration from them, including Munch, apparently. So maybe I'll be famous one day.

did the postcard from brussels ever come? if not, i'll have to bring one myself.

Yes.
The postcard from Brussels arrived.
Yes.
You will be famous.
Yes.
I have sent a stern note to those responsible for your migraine. You shan't worry about being bothered by such in the future.

Wouldn't 'The postcard from Brussels arrived' be a great first line of something??
(It's magnetically attached to my refrigerator next to a six word Japanese poem.)

Isn't using the word "shan't" in a sentence a thrill?

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The postcard from Brussels arrived full of joie d'vie and sunshine.
The postcard from Brussels arrived a few minutes after Marcel left for work.

No one knew what to say. We all sat composing whatever small thoughts remained in our brains until Madame Scovill announced that the postcard from Brussells had arrived.

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I have twenty-five more Christmas cards to write. Some are easy, some I have to thank so deeply for the support they have offered over these past few months that I spend too much time trying to find the right words to express my thanks.

Some people, really close people, don't know. I haven't told them or haven't had any contact, so they are still merrily hoping that "WE" have a Happy New Year.

Whee!

I'm working on a story.
I like it,
It may be good if I don't make it too smushy.

Joe(watching my step)Nation

This might be the year I do a holiday note again.
Probably not in December.
Reminds me of Neil, though I've sent sort of new years notes too.
He has always sent hand drawings, well, until recently, what with the internet.
Always drawings of california native plants and i.d. from areas he'd explored.
But, not exactly at Christmas.

The postcard from Brussels arrived, but Jack was in no mood for frivolity as he kicked at the furnace again.

The postcard from Brussels arrived, way paid by Polish stamp. The message was breezy -- literate iterations of "wish you were here" -- but the letters were cramped and their impressions left a raised worm trail on the Grand Palace at Night.

The postcard from Brussels arrived. It contained a succinct set of instructions and a number code to enable us to disarm the nuclear device that was left in a book repository somewhere in the city. The postcard of its actual location has, sadly ,not arrived yet. Maybe its all just a joke ,just like the last one. I wasnt sure though.

The numbers of the code are a Tylor series, indicating a march to an infinite endpoint yet never reached. I called my buddies at the Bureau of Standards to see whether they could help. I was not received warmly, ever since the last fake bombscare .

Somehow, though, this postcard and the numbers and instructions looked real, and I didnt want to ignore it and miss another big one.

We missed the Arab flight training and the money trail. That gave us a 9=11 wake up . If this were just some douche bag screwing around with my head, I want to make sure that everything was accounted for before we just sat back and let the time approach.

The postcard from Brussels has arrived along with consternation within the household now awaiting the previously unexpected delivery of a quantity of jewelry, poultry, large livestock, and assorted personnel.

The postcard from Brussels arrived along with:
Twelve crème eggs,
Eleven baubles bobbing,
Ten alka seltzers,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight men in kilts,
Seven jumping beans,
Six Reese’s peices,
Five cola rings,
Four “fit” birds,
Three French Poodles,
Two Bottles of Bailey’s,
And a partridge in a Christmas tree!

The postcard from Brussels has arrived along with:
Twelve crème eggs,
Eleven baubles bobbing,
Ten alka seltzers,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight men in kilts,
Seven jumping beans,
Six Reese’s peices,
Five cola rings,
Four “fit” birds,
Three French Poodles,
Two Bottles of Bailey’s,
Plus a partridge in a Christmas tree!

The postcard from Brussels has arrived,
only I was not to arrive with it,
my thoughts, they're clouding over the mountains of Tatras,
heart shredded on the rolling hills of Kerala,
and feet shuffle on cobblestones of The Hague.

[insert a soft guitar and a wailing emo voice like my housemate produces on Saturday mornings]

[Izzie, that was quite a visual ensemble you gathered! I like!]

The postcard from Brussels has arrived.
The message is clear,
end of the year is near,
the days to be archived.

Woman walking at night
took pictures in rain.
The streets gained form
framed by the lights.

The postcard from Brussels has arrived
Alas, the message has yet to be derived
I do not read Flemish
That 'tis a blemish
But somehow I think I'll survive.

Yikes - that sounds like a doozy. I had my first migraine in decades last month. I remember finding migraine art in the 80s when I used to suffer them more regularly....

I love the postcard from Brussels poetry!

The subject of migraines came up at lunch today. Heard there is some study looking at chamomile tea as a preventative measure. Drink a cup every day to prevent them -- the steeped flowers from a good health food store, not the dust-in-bags you can buy anywhere. Friend said her dad has been migraine-free for over a year. Sorry I can't cite the study but it may be worth a try.

I would want to find the study first. Migraines are nothing to fool around with, the pain, according to a long ago partner of mine, was white hot and she, in real desperation, tried all sorts of remedies ranging from St. John's Wort to reflexology to red wine and then white wine then bee pollen and finally meditation. (Although I cannot conceive of anyone being able to meditate while in the midst of a migraine, one might be able to achieve some place of relaxation during a session.)

Joe(I've never had one.)Nation

crap.
I forgot to mention that I will be gone for two weeks. There is an internet cafe on the island. I will try to check in.

I am also supposed to be writing some seasonal stories.

Joe(Mebbe do that on the plane.)Nation

Love to all, have a wonderful Holiday with everyone you love, hug everyone, squeeze and don't let go,

don't let go.

Be well, and report, JoeN (crushing hug, but never mind).

Have a nice time, Joe!

Joe(you forgot your signoff line, you old dog you)Nation, have a well-earned break.

Mc(waiting for the other shoe to fall)Tag

Hey Joe (we won't let go) Nation

HAVE THE BEST TIME HUNNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENJOY YOUR SOCKS OFF!

love and hugs to you ... and all on the island ...

Iz (can you feel the hugs) zie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx