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I visited my shaman today and felt much better – it’s like therapy only different. I highly encourage the curious among you to explore it..
Being around my new boss is like riding on Space Mountain in whatever amusement park that is..
I am worth little financially, but rich in spirit.
I’m ready to file the divorce papers. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.
How do you get a window out of a window frame without making the whole house fall down? Clearly, I’m not a handyman. But it’s a matter of pride to figure out how to do this with no male assistance. It’s not genetic, for heavens sakes.
Why has my home suddenly become a refuge for roly-polys? I swear I put at least five outside each morning. Is this a function of the house being feng-shuied? And when I was growing up, we called them sowbugs. Who instigated the name change?
Kelsea saw a bumper sticker that read “God was my co-pilot. But we crashed in the mountains and I was forced to eat him.” Irreverant? You betcha. But it makes me laugh, and God – or the Gods – like laughter. A supreme being can’t take itself too seriously.
This morning I noticed that the light was edging towards fall. It was dimmer and cooler when I awoke. Plums are nearing heavy on the trees.
Horse and Pony from the house on the corner have gone. I do not know where they went, but since the house is for sale, I have to assume they won’t be back. I miss them. I used to say good morning to them every day on my way out, and hi to them every evening on my way home.
I seem to write in my head a lot, but when it comes time to put it down, I can’t find it anymore. I kind of miss writing on paper. There was something so permanent and personal about it, much moreso than typing on a computer.
Remember the days of the typewriter, with the ribbon, and carbon paper? And how excited we were when the erasing backspace key came into existence? Kids today….so spoiled!
I need reading glasses – ick.
It seems extremely unfair to have hot flashes WHILE you are having your period. One OR the other, okay, hormones? (TMI, but then I have a tendency to speak my mind.)
Captain Jack the Rubber Chicken stands watch beside the clock radio in the bedroom. No household is complete without a rubber chicken.
Tomorrow is going to be a very, very long work day – lots to do at both jobs.