Wednesday, January 18, 2017

And The Good News Is...Wait. I'll Have To Get Back With You On That

I think I'm getting sick, finally, after everyone else in the family has had it- the gack, the hoopacoodis, the whatever-this-virus-is that I'd convinced myself I had to be immune to.
It's foggy as hell and no mulch fairy came in the night and spread that stuff around which is also depressing.
Here's another thing- the house dreams are back in full (thanks, antidepressant!) and although the totemic houses are becoming combined in the dreams, the vast amounts of garbage and trash in them only increases. I am happy to report, however, that no one seemed to need me to cook for them and I didn't see one appliance so that's good.

Ah, Jeez.

I'm sixty-two years old and seemingly as confused about life, my own and in general, as I've ever been and as aimless and directionless as I've ever been and the world seems as weird as it's ever been although that's probably not true if you think about World Wars and the plague and stuff like that. I will say that there are plagues and there are plagues and some are bacterial and are carried by vermin and some are not bacterial but are still carried by vermin and both have massive negative effects on the planet.

Well, how's that for cheerful news?

I think I'll go take a walk in the fog, seeking enlightenment which makes about as much sense as anything.

Love...Ms. Moon

12 comments:

  1. A walk in the fog sounds delicious...I too have been overcome by some nasties, the lower end of things type. Argh, my tuchus is done with it! My dreams have been suitably horrid but I will not record them as I want them to fade. I have enough bad dreams in permanent memory storage as is..! In this cold the eggs that do get laid sometimes freeze before we get them. I cook them up after they are thawed and all is well, but there have been three sitting on the counter going bad so I've had the boy go toss them off into the woods as far as he can throw. It's a sad waste but a satisfying task. My sister sent me a perfectly brick sized package filled with the products from her garden, a dream come true for her and only realized last year. Strawberry colored popcorn, dried spicy peppers, basil and loofahs...Her garden looked like an amazing jungle in the photos I saw on facebook! She lives out in Colorado... i miss her. Be well, Ms Moon.

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    1. Well, since it's in the seventies here, I do not have worry about frozen eggs. I just wish I'd get some with a shell hard enough to hold the contents. Your sister's garden sounds like all of our dream gardens. I'm glad for her. It must be heaven.

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    2. I have had that soft eggshell problem as well, seems to affect some hens more than others. Also seems to happen to new layers and to the birds that have stopped for the winter and then are starting up again in the spring...Even my goose girls sometimes. I give all my birds crushed oyster shells and also all their own shells, roasted and crushed, which they love. Yea my sister was in heaven and I think she's going to do it again this year. She was also working at a marijuana garden trying to learn the trade but the boss was a real abusive ass so she quit. She lives in Colorado...

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  2. Hope you are NOT getting what everybody had, or if so, only a quick passing through version.
    Listen, I am 59 and I am getting increasingly more confused about life, in general and in particular, so much so that I think all these enlightened women of my and your age are nothing but a massive scam. They. Are. Having. Us. On.
    Except for Michelle Obama, but she is younger.

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    1. They ARE having us on, the bitches. Or else they are closer to enlightenment than we are which I sort of hate to admit. Anyway, here we are Sabine, knowing less and less with each passing year which leaves more room for wisdom. Maybe. I wish. I hope.

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  3. Argh, no, not the crud. It is everywhere here. I think the roller coaster weather is not helping with the germ spread. Our norovirus and respiratory outbreaks have both come with oddly unseasonable warm spells. I hope you heal quickly and somebody makes or brings you soup.

    My dreams are getting so strange I'm wishing for a support group! They are damn hard work, and I'm tired. Hot flashes are way up too, which may correlate.

    I feel a bit adrift too. The more I focus on moving somewhere to retire, the weirder I feel about my life. I don't know where to be or what to do, but I keep busy clearing crap out, which is helping keep me less crazy. Unfortunately for every bit of progress I make, I see mountains yet to climb and wonder how anybody ever moves after decades in one place.

    The world is crazy, and as weird as well. It's not just us. It is partly to blame for making us crazy.

    We have been fog bound for days, rain after rain, with freezing conditions to make it interesting. I need to go where the sun shines soon! Take care, Mary.

    xo

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    1. I need to start cleaning crap out. I have things which are meaningless and which date back to the 1970's. Dear god. I need to let them go.
      I agree with you- the world is weird enough to make us crazy. The sun is mostly shining here. At least I have that.
      I think you will end up where you're supposed to be. I really do, Mel.

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  4. As to that pile of mulch.... Do you have a local organization that helps unemployed people find day labor? The husband and I used to move tons of gravel with shovels and wheel barrows. Those days are OVER. This task is one that I would out source to younger and stronger people. Here's hoping that you do not succumb to the dreaded virus.

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    1. Ugh. Well. I keep wishing my grandsons were old enough to want to earn a bit of pocket money but spreading the mulch but they just aren't. We'll get it done. Eventually. I swear.

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  5. hey, I know you know this but it's the journey, not the destination. aimless and directionless is not a bad thing, just being in the now is good.

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    1. I know Ellen. But sometimes I need reminding. So thank you. With all of my heart.

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  6. "Hoopacoodis" is a great word, though what it describes is not great. I hope you avoid the plague!

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