These two dazzling people are my parents, Evelyn and Arlington Briggs. They have been divorced since I was 22 ( to the best of my recollection). A lot of my 20's have been lost to side effects of ECT (shock treatments). ECT is not that bad, it's not like they show on TV and movies. They knock you out for it. Most common side effect is a throbbing headache. It got rid of the killers and the shadow people for a while. I may need to get a reboot since I am hearing sports radio announcers again, and see bugs everywhere again. The shadow people popped in to say howdy the other night. Who are the shadow people? The best description I can come up with is the dementors from Harry Potter, except you can hear them whispering, and they smell like death. But, I digress. I wanted to talk about my parents. I am 51 years old now, but the child in me blames myself for the dissolution of their marriage. I keep thinking, if I had been prettier or smarter, they would have stayed together. I have no idea why they parted. No one talked about problems then, I guess they thought they were protecting us. It doesn't matter much anyway, they are happy with their lives. But for a child, it brings up a lot of anxiety. Who do I see over the holidays? What if something happens to me? Will they both come to the hospital? Part of me is still seething when I think about it. I want to see my mom AND my dad you know, in the same room. They get along pretty well and they love us. So I guess that will have to enough. Sometimes, when my mom is cooking, I pretend my dad is in some hideous lounge chair watching the news, my sister April Briggs Cirwithen and my brother Jerald Briggs are in their bedrooms listening to Commodores and Pink Floyd respectively. I was lost in a book somewhere taking another trip to Narnia. Why do things have to get so complicated? Right now, I am streaming #GameofThrones on Amazon. On that note I will say good night. May God bless us all with very good things.
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