Cement mix

Random memory from way back: My mother crying on a hospital phone to my father. The doctor had just been incredibly insensitive to her and had triggered a chain of emotional reactions on her part. Women have a tendency to fall apart when hit at the right time of the month, at the right place and under just the right set of circumstances.
Can't quite remember if it was another hypertension or high blood pressure scare which brought us there this time. That's besides the point I'm trying to make...if any at all.

Random reaction to that memory: I have perhaps, had more practice in steeling myself against attacks of that nature as compared to my mother, and take note, she's roughly twenty-nine years older than me. So I'm thinking, either the world is getting less polite these days or I've personally learned that the more walls one has up, the less chance those battering rams will have of doing much damage.

Random thought from right now: Current state of ho-humness is a direct result of my current attempt at apathy. The attempt stems from a need to detach myself from an old muse. By the by...those walls are useful for purposes such as these as well. I've found that my bounce-back curve has improved over the years. I must have put new material in the mix.