Well I finally sat down with my pictures, sorting them out and with Dans help they are into the computer.
Not all are up yet, there's a lot and not a lot of time tonight to get them all up.
Yes there's even one of me at age 5.
Well it's 12hrs later, and it's still bleeding. Daniel took me out for dinner; pastas, soups, and soft breads, with my fav desert....chocolate pudding!
Tomarrow I'm treating myself to a pedicure. With the bad days I had at work and this, definately want to make my toes little cherrys. It's getting cooler out now, maybe in the 90's, so soon the it'll be too chilly to swim or wear my sandles. That'll be maybe in the 80's. Yes my blood thinned out and it's wonderful!
I swam a few days ago, managed 5 full laps. Plus riding my bike back and forth to work everyday, and on my days off. I don't have a scale but am hoping next I go to the vets, I should've lost a tiny bit of weight. So I hope.
Good news, we just found out Scarlett had her baby Thursday!
Ah well here I am not even an hour after my tooth was pulled. Yes I am tired, yes I am sore, yes I am bordorline miserable.
For the first time in all the summer, my window and blinds are open in my bedroom and the livingroom, allowing a warm but not too hot air to circulate.
Feeling the breeze, along with my fan blowing is making me ready to sleep. Putting on my cotton chemise, with braids in my hair, sleep is not far behind. Happily I'll probably sleep until the sun is gone.
Maybe the bleeding will stop. Tasting the bloody gauze isn't helping curb my appetite any.
goodnight
Good idea;
Taking the cordless phone with you to the pool while going swimming.
Bad idea;
Forgetting to bring your keys and forgetting the gate locks behind you.
"hello? Honey? can you come outside and let me OUT!"
When it rains it pours. Yup.
My tooth is still in my **** mouth. Hopefully I'll get it pulled Wednesday. Yup, another weekend at the dentist again. Is this 4 times in a row now? I forget. I'll have to tell her that enough is enough. It's bleeding into my pocket a bit too much now for my comfort. $400 month is just a bit steep for my taste.
With the painkillers I'm taking, it feels like everyone at work is moving 10x's faster than me. It's so obvious how slow I'm going, even though I'm giving 100% of myself, I'm still behind. Yeah, I'm waiting for my 'talking too' and get my butt kicked. Right now.....I'll just have to ride this bad tide and see where it takes me.
Stressin' about money, in general I suppose. Money for the ball, money for plane ticket(s) for halloween and xmas.
"What if I lose my job? How am I going to get to see bobbys birthday? What of christmas? what of the deposit for the ball? OMG! What am I going to do? Will I be sued for the loans I owe from school?"
Yeah, it's been bothering my sleep now as well. Both the tooth wakes me up, and the fears creep up.
Story of my life, I have something good going on, then WHAMMO something botches it. Maybe it's just my own subconscious thinking 'it's gonna screw up anyway, so just give up now.'
It's not always easy to shut up the angry demon in my head.
It'll work out. It has to.
The peach tree is still there, so it always will. I usually walk by it, in my garden, whenever I visit. It always says "welcome" and "we miss you".
When I was a child, young teenager, and young mother, I used to lye under that tree, looking up and savoring the shade. Watching the leaves reflect the golden sunlight of summer. Tiny spiders would crawl over me, my legs, arms, cheek, they never bothered me.
Doesn't seem so long ago, the old grounds keeper would ask if I"m ok, when I've been in the sun too long. He got used to me, every evening he would lock up the public gate with his chains, and I would say goodnight to him as I hear his footfalls on the pebble walkway before seeing him pass.
He was a nice man. Years later, in a blink of an eye it seems, I rested under the tree and a new young grounds keeper asked if he could call the ambulance for me. I said no thank you, resting here is all I need. He locked up and reluctantly left me alone as darkness fell.
Just between night kisses day, I heard the chains on the gate and the footfalls approaching me, just a few feet away. They stopped, no one was there. I smiled happily and said "goodnight my friend" with that the phantom footfalls continued by me to the rear of the garden.
He will be missed by me. I doubt anyone ever noticed the change. I hear him once in a while now. Sitting at the wrought iron patio table and chairs in the garden. Always at that time, he would walk up the gravel path, past me, and I would always always bid him a goodnight my friend.
Once, always during halloween, a group of tourists bombard the sanctity of the garden. Always do they trample the grass, run through the gravel. A small group of them asked me if I had know anything about the garden. I offered happily "Of course I do. It's haunted by the former grounds keeper who was a friend of mine. If you would like to stay around at dust, we can watch his footfalls up the path, he'll brush right past you." With that they gathered themselves and made haste for the exit.
There is only so much words can say, and so much more money can do without words. I hope to be able to donate some money for the relief effort, as Dan had.
We were seriously going to go this October. Well, seriously talking about going at least. One step closer than not at all.
There are so many places I wanted to see, but this is not about my disappointments, it's about them.
About four years ago, a psycho was banished to New Orleans, away from me, and my new home, thanks to Daniel. My saint. I had contact with him once, to confirm that he is actually there in New Orleans, he handed the phone to a girl I said hello to, and that was it. He tends to attach himself to people and stick with them.
I have no ill feelings of him, I hope he is genuinely happy whereever he is, despite the hurt he had caused me, physically and emotionally. There was a time I was terrified of men. *sigh.
Now I hear the flood, see it with my own eyes. Hear of the horrors of all those people that had been killed. I watch it over and over, wondering if I'll see him. Not that I'm looking for him, but just wandering. If I hear from him, though I pray I never will again, I'll ask him never to contact me.
But there's a merciful side to me that is pleading that he is safe. Hopefully he traveled out of the state, not heading back to my hometown where we met, but just away with his new friends, away from the waters.
There are many, too many, that are in such a bad state without family members, babies, elderly, etc. I pray for them. For now, it's the least I can do.
It turned my stomach, and I wept, when I read that a nursing home was flooded and 30 of its residents drown, as the nurses fled for their lives. This I pray that will never happen to my father. Gods willing. What a terrible state of affairs. I hope they were not aware of their fates, each and every one of them.
May Gods have mercy on their souls, and may this be a new beginning to those that need the fresh start.
Mother Nature is cruel sometimes. She can heal, and feed us, or she can destroy the weak, weeding out the strong. May it not happen too often.
Well it's almost Halloween again. For some it's the rushing for xmas before thanksgiving comes. For me, it's much busier than that.
This is when my son has his birthday, Oct 11. Yes he's my pumpkin. *smiles. I always always purchase a plane ticket to go see him for this special time. This year he'll be 12, and a stunning young man he is becoming, I may say so myself.
Going to Salem around Halloween for some people is a big deal, a great trip planned. For me it's going home, and the tedious task of finding a place to put my bags down for the night is a chore in of itself.
One thing the brochures or travel guides don't tell you is finding a place close to salem is nearly impossible from the 15th to nov 1. I found one or two, for nearly $300 NIGHT! No thanks. So it looks like this year I opt for train back and forth into Boston for a hotel. They are a dime a dozen, but have to look for one close to the subway.
Oh didn't I mention? It's not just getting on a train, no, it's getting to the subway to get you to the train that gets you to Salem. Roughly 21 miles, it takes maybe 45 minutes on train alone, then the subway. OY.
No no, this is not a bitch or a rant, not at all. Merely putting into perspective the amount of planning it takes to find a place. Some hotels book as early as Dec 1 for Oct the next year.
Christmas traveling will come too soon as well. But I'm smart to get my plane ticket (yes again) after I get back, and travel one week before xmas. I hate the rush. But at least I'll be able to book a little B&B in Salem, it'll be offseason at least and close to the places I like to go while walking.
Happy travels.
I've done some writing about family for a few days now. It's just happening that way, no real reason. I put an awful lot of my mom and dad in it. Maybe it was the letter I had written to Pam that started the spark of missing them. I don't know.
Here's a sample;
"Dressed in a pair of shorts, tank top, and sandles she walked over soft sand, then a wooden plank dock. At the end of the dock, swaying to gentle waves was a beautiful boat named "Doria" Her father waved to her on board, as her mother handed him supplies to load. Nearly jumping out of her shoes waving to them both, she ran as fast as her feet could take her to meet up with her family.
Both her and her mom grabbed onto each other with wonderful tears of joy. She had not looked so wonderful in all her life, Rose thought to herself. A head popped up from the hatch, it was her annoying little brother Thomas, he too made haste to greet her with hugs and kisses. Thomas grabbed her hand and nearly dragged her on board the "Doria" where her dad wrapped her in his huge big strong arms, forever keeping her safe. "
Must be getting sentimental. It's a little sad to think that my dad has been sick for so long and waiting for his body to finally set his tired soul free, and my mom has been gone for so long now.
I've got a grandmother, in her 90's, my dad, who's so terribly ill, my brother, his wife, and my son. Thank the Gods I have Daniel. I thank them everyday. It gets hard around the holidays.
But enough of that. I'll set a candle out with oils as a way to show my thankfulness of how much I do have. I never try to ask, always just thank, cause we could all have a LOT less.
So Mote it Be
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