“Your tongue carries light.”
Well then, “Loodle-loodle – let there be light!”
(Sticks out tongue)
“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.
Bombshell
(Session)
Her being launched too early into cleaning the floors in the morning had led to other layers.
There is love in “God,” the Universe, and in Us.
(Title of multiple meanings)
“I shouted out to a willfully ignorant younger woman by projecting my warrior’s voice without polite friendliness, just surity:
“You’re poisoning the world, with your negativity!”
Her thigh bumped hard in the dark against the edge of a large suitcase not normally placed there.
“Until rapture.”
To share every day but
Silence gets in the way
They were everywhere.
Driving her crazy.
Specific, selective pairings.
“A certain amount at times seems healthy for survival.”
“Probably not an ally in rebooting.”
Getting upset just creates more upheaval.
Fencing and chairs are placed upon the couch coverlets to keep the dogs off, which also keeps the humans off.
Well, at least I am kept off.
Piles continually accruing accumulate unrelated to any of my functioning – as do skitters of loose cat litter, floating balls of wolf fluff, muddy paw prints and human foot traffic residues from lack of entryway rugs – because if they were left on the floor, a dog or two would pee upon them.
So, instead, everything else gets spread across onto the floor – and the dogs pee and have to be cleaned up after, anyway.
Did I mention that my kitchen chairs and beautiful vintage coffee table have had their real, solid wood and filagreed beauty desecrated by unrepentent multi-gnawing?
And dust accumulates on any surface as soon as it is cleaned due to high activity passage.
And when I picked up the glass salt container today while trying to cook, some type of mysterious goo dripped from its base onto my hand from the kitchen counter.
I stopped trying to cook, covered the meat with tin foil, stuck it back into the fridge, and walked away carrying some strange supplement mixture to consume, instead of real food.
Let me tell you about the layers of pet gates to travel through – and blockades of a fan and chair to move – to get back and forth between kitchen and bedrooms.
All of this requires precision flow of movements and wrecks near every step if one has torn joints or instable limb issues.
Also, my lovely kitchen curtains got a hole chewed through them, and one day I came home to find that the youngest dog had crawled through the hole (why?!) and was standing there in one position confused until I helped him out as I tsked at him in bemused exacerbation.
(Hilarious, I know…)
Then I just completely cut the curtain – eliminating the danger and any ‘last remnants’ of my former attachment to them.
And I am still not sure where we put the missing piano chair.”
“As the captain of yet another ark filled with so many inhabitants which are now under my protection’s jurisdiction as I, myself, am required to now travel abroad to work for reparations despite my own injuries – and with very little help from anybody – I now declare this floating overflowed zone as lacking for recepetion of any company!”
Accompanying comments and explicative noises.
Counting them, one by one, to be able to perform.
Too confident from reduced inflammation’s pain caused her to miss two cycles of medication.
Allowing time and space for fragments to find her and reassemble.
Adding onto her load quickly and praying that somehow she could take on the weight.
Passions enraged if she allowed them to war wanted to scream, “How could you do this to me? After everything that we have both gone through?!”
“Blend into each other.”
“No pill.”
I remember when he got onto TV – was it with Smoky And The Bandit?
Also Kenny Rogers in The Gambler.
Oh, yeah – and John Denver with the comedian George Burns in Oh, God!
It was such a novelty in the 70’s to have real life performers show up in the movies, and I remember hoping for and getting excited for their sequels.
Back then, restrictions for showing popular talent on main TV were very uptight.
Mobilizing…
“Before (such and such extreme workout club that pushes hyper cortisol), I was tired and had very little energy…”
Insert:
“Now I’m so stressed and overperforming – I don’t know what to do!”
“I got some Draino rinsed down the tub, and now seal the bottom of my bathroom door with some cloth as a backup.”
“For your sins.”
“Anger has always been a final refuge.”
“Aching agitation.”
Her heart felt suspended in air as she briefly rested on her side without him.
She could not “afford” to become homeless.
She was getting more work, hopefully immediately, regardless of her injuries.
“Venture succesfully completed!”