“Hm…
Even my arms are turning purple, today.
Penitence for having fun, ‘for once.'”
“Hm…
Even my arms are turning purple, today.
Penitence for having fun, ‘for once.'”
Getting up and trying to stand – let alone, walk.
“Nooo – I liked that pillow!”
(Accidently hurling it over and off of the side of the bed and onto the floor as turning to rise and get ready for the day)
She had cried on the drive back…
When she got up early the next morning to use the bathroom, she looked down and noted that her ankles and feet were turning purple.
She shouldn’t be surprised, though, due to how much she had danced through swelling – and she had felt proud to be at least briefly well coordinated.
Waking from a stressed dream too hot for comfort, she dismounted that one, cooled off for a moment, and then climbed on to ride another.
(Title of multiple meanings)
Early in, she became frustrated with the DJ’s modality because as soon as he finally got into a good beat, he’d snatch it away again with minor interlude transitional meandering.
Once she figured out the pattern and had several songs yanked out from under her, she decided that it was time to stop pushing her injuries beyond their tolerances in her rare persuit of having some dancing fun.
“On my way to my workout today, out of nowhere came a brown leaf from my right – angled and arcing as if deliberately sent to crash into my car to get my attention – like when the snowflake arrived in the movie, ‘I Am Dragon,’ right before the bride-to-be’s dragon arrived.
Very soon after this, a bird dove sharply from the low left, causing me to slow suddenly.
A promise, and a warning of caution that ‘things are not as they seem.'”
“I’m not sure how to address it, because it is due to parasympathetic system disruptions resulting in lymphatic swelling.”
“Funny how things like to dissuade dreams from becoming reality.”
“Simple things.”
(Gratitude)
“I’m A-li-ive!”
Social Club?
(Help! – lol)
In a foreign landscape.
“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you – and I can’t far you very throw!”
(Yell-griping at my gps maps because she keeps misleading my routes, forcing me to go across “perilous” bridges – “I’m gonna eat her soul – I know where she lives!!!”)
“There’s a critter in my bedroom, again.
It’s getting more bold in its movements along the edges since lack of other animals in my room.
I wouldn’t really care except that this is my room, and it might be preganant – as well as it is no longer hiding, which means it might try to take over and spread its mess and cause prospective damage in its boldness.
I can hear it now by my drums, whereas it used to be only in the opposite corner to nestle.”
To see people go in and come out with their pizza combo order boxes.
“Waking up after barely sleeping, and apparently having an allergic reaction to a different abode’s cat litter in a borrowed bedroom due to my home having no heat last night, I found that body had swollen and my eyes were puffed and wrinkly as if I were eighty years old.
Quite a not the confidence booster on what many would think should be a special morning.
In this case, it’s a good thing that ‘beauty’ is only ‘skin deep.’
Sheesh.”
“I didn’t have my sub-stAn-ti-Ay-tionns…”
That with careful analysis, one could change their life path for better.
“They are gonna help!”
(Crumples into a ball of twitching nerves)
“During the concussion accident, the prior car accident’s resultant bulging disc zone took whip-crack force impact twice immediately successively – and did not budge fomm either direction, despite weight and momentum.
No wonder there is stenosis.
My neck is trying to fuse as overcompensation for this injury and continued cervical and spinal instabilities.”
(Title of multiple meanings)
“My body is just so fecking restless.
Whether from pain’s discomfort, fears of becoming homeless, gritting teeth at others not helping, or churned passions needing attention.
Give me a break.
Literally.
Just give me a break.
But I need more than just a break.
I need a life that feeds and nourishes me.”
“In the dream, a Great Horned Owl alighted on a ledge in front of and facing me.”
Static crackle of
Power’s inferno
Unbuffered reaction
To nuclear meltdown
From not getting what she needed or wanted.
(Title of multiple meanings)
“I can’t do it, anymore – feckin’ trank me!”
Who could she talk with about this, who would understand both sides and help lend her strength in managing this well and correctly?
Everyone around her had developed their entrenched biases, and she did not want this to explode to next levels.
“As others blithely assume that they can lean harder on me, without proper reciprocation.”
“I regret last night’s partial small mason jar of red wine.”
(Movie theatre class)
A reminder to not miss one’s workout.
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 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.”
“Your tongue carries light.”
Well then, “Loodle-loodle – let there be light!”
(Sticks out tongue)
“Success for me can be measured by getting back onto a track that feels more like true expression of myself, rather than who I have been forced to be when under the pressure of dire circumstances.”
The treatment had caused her eyes to get puffy.
“I guess it’s time to get uuuuup.”
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).
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.