Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Is Barely Enough?

About to attend another retraining, she knew that due to her concussion, she would barely be able to preview the material, if at all, before workshops commenced.

The best that she could do at this time would be to show up and absorb the practice experience – leaving further indepth study for when she’d begin to integrate techniques into her practice.

A Woman's Plight

In Our Own Way

They say that the holidays must be
Celebrated and attended to lovingly

And because of ingrained expectations
It is hard to avoid pain when they’re not

But I am used to having to self tend alone
Though I miss collaboration there’s peace

Where fighting over control yields nothing
Though I want to build sharing connection

In these opportunities for symbolic events
Where can display our love’s trust proudly

A Woman's Plight

The Tree And Me

I had to cut down part of a sapling
Growing from roots of the greater

Its thickness two the three inches
Measuring time we have been here

It had grown through a fence panel
At first had been spindly as fragile

It along with another root sibling
Provided the cats shading variety

This year it’d shot up tall and straight
Was loaded with budding magistrate

A potentiality’s splendor to behold
In its overarcing promised canopy

But I had no time to wait any further
Needing to protect pampas rootings

It would have held onto one panel
Poised in the yard as industrial art

Its fronding wips smacked at my eyes
As I snipped smaller pieces for pick up

They seemed to say see, breathe, be me
All that you could ever dream of with me

Nature loves and responds to us
Giving back hope we long to see

Altered States, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Saturday’s Task

“A friend helped me take apart the cattery and get the varied shaped panels around the pampass grass roots.

The funny thing is, for too long I kept trying to shape the fencing in two arcs around the two separate clusters of clumps – but kept needing more extensions, which were limited.

She then determined that if we placed them linearly in front of the clumps and only arced on one end, then attached both ends to other prior existing fencing, we would have enough panels to do the job.

But my brain had been overcomplicating instead of simplifying due to the concussion.

And today’s event reinforced the understanding that for once I was automatulically creatuve, rather than linaer inclined.”

Altered States

Brain Ticking

Though the shocking barks of the other dogs protesting at having been left behind (despite their already having just been walked) kept suddenly scare-jarring through her attempting-to-slumber body, she determined that if she disassembled the cattery fencing in the back yard that could no longer be used as a cattery due to those same dogs obsessing over any cat visitors, she could at least use it to cordon off the last bits of root nubs of what used to be huge pampas grass shelters (which had become a fire hazard before the dogs tore them down – but now needed remnant preservation saving).

Altered States

Gone With The Wind

One teenage year day, the girl came home to losses’ tragedy.

The escape specialist had let all three of the dogs out of the back yard, and the girl’s mother had found their beautiful blue older dane (who had also been mother to the girl) curled up gracefully in her old age, dead, somewhere along the roadside, and the girl’s playful dobie had likely gotten scooped up by someone – never to be seen or heard from again.

The escapee returned as usual, but was rehomed as banishment from the premises for his actions having such consequences, though he had always had a kind and cheerful heart.

New Beginnings, Songs

“Take It Slow” (Country Song)

By Athena Stairs, Valentine’s Day 2026

Well

She was a wide-eyed beauty
Lookin’ for adventure
She didn’t know
Who she could trust

So I told her to
Come here gently
Don’t ya let the fear win
I bet you got plenty of buck left in ya

‘Cause your lookin’ for a man
Ain’t been into danger
You don’t need to worry
‘Cause I ain’t in no hurry

We can get real cozy
Take it like we’re dozy
You know I like it when
You’re playin’ hard to get

And I know you need to be cautious
But darlin’ you’re lookin’ luscious

You aint seen nuthin’ at all yet
Come here close and I’ll tell you a secret

We could walk out that door
Promise you’ll want more
And then when we’re finished
We’ll start it all again

‘Cause this is
Oh my mama
Your lookin’ like a goddess

And one thing you’ll notice
Is baby I can take it real
Slow

Mmmm

Yeah

Oh babe
We’ll take it

Nice and
Slow

Mmmm

Mmmm

Baby
We can take it real
Slow

(Music continuing for a while, then fading into distance)

Male country vocal deep twang full of appreciation.

(Seed start from edge of a dream.)

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Stream of Thought

A Hapless Witness

She never accused nor even initially suspected.

It came out over time by her confusion over finding things unusual and asking the wives what to do about them.

When she was questioned further, she just gave details of findings, stayed carefully neutral as always in her top notch professionalism, and asked for guidance on where to put or how to wash things.

But soon…

Soon it became apparent that these men who had claimed to have been so very proud of their partnered relationships had been acting in ways quite the opposite.

A tearful, heart-broken, and soul-crushed phone call from one of the once-wives informing of dissolution and separation of property assets made continuing to support the two soon-to-be bachelors something that she could no longer stomach.

Male Bonding

Both Of Them

Hired separately to clean for each of them, but through their wives’ friend connections (?), she discovered over time that these two men seemed to be buying into rebeling in their middle ages.

They wanted to use their wealth selfishly for their selves and felt entitled to coming to the coast in their second family homes to have affairs.

I mean, “why not?”

(In their minds)

They had worked hard and earned status, now – right?

And their wives just kept wanting more cooperation and for them to play fair every night.

Where was the “fun” in any of that – when there were plenty of fish to pick from on the distanced coastal recesses?

A Woman's Plight

Tracking Numbers

I don’t know why I write them down.

Easier on a phone to capture in passing, but if wrote in a notebook could seem pure madness.

With automatic search applications involving AI now, the quest for number meaning has become blended into a generality of many being the same.

So maybe I do it to track time.

Or to hinge on many “perfect” moments where maybe for that second I feel aligned.

Or maybe I am searching for something, and by writing down time’s supposed numbers in passing, I am opening a doorway into my own mind.

It could be also said that I am OCD-ing – but who cares if this is also part of the reason?

It’s something that I do that helps me keep feeling reinforced in my efforts of vying.

A Woman's Plight

Valentine’s Day

They had snap pea seedlings and viola flower six packs now at some of the stores, and she could feel the tantalizing crinkle of Spring’s rebirthing arrival tickling at her senses with the flowers’ perfume awakening things too long dormant within her.

But she didn’t have the funds to get any of them, and next week would be too busy for her to consistently water and tend to them.

Maybe she could plant some seeds, water to dampen the soil around them, and during that time they would germinate?