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June 17, 2012~ 12:00 am
There is no question ...
I am an ODD person.
My happiness comes from the INSIDE, always. However unhappiness from the OUTSIDE works its way in now and then. (As does heat.) Summer is upon us and I know for most of you this means longer days, plenty of sunshine, running around with less cumbersome clothing and tossing frisbies and the like-- but just as some people are afflicted with 'seasonal affective disorder' in the winter months due to lack of sun, I too suffer with the seasons, but with me the culprit is SUMMER, and heat my claustrophobic cage.
The joy and clarity and upbeat feeling I've had since getting married has carried me along on brightly colored streamers of optimism...
but as the weeks pass and the weather becomes stickier, the heat inescapable, I feel the lilt....begin to wilt.
Like the migraine headaches that some poor folks are stuck with as a recurring torment, I've had a mood-shift that visits mostly in the sultry months, completely out of synchonicity with everyone else-- and certainly out of sync with my life change of late. The bright feathers are replaced with ink black crow feathers... the skies darken.
The heat itself feels like a prison. In fact, every day this past week I've come home from work and gone directly up to the cool bedroom to read and sleep in the air-conditioning.... nothing much gets done. It's all I can do to try and cope with climate that feels like it's strangling me. (I've been mostly working my way through a HUGE TOME that's the history of the Clinton impeachment, an excellent, GIANT book. Books are my favorite escape from anything that ails me.) I'm a reader 'to da bone'....
Dark and cool, the only light the one to read by. Ah...... heaven.
Of course, Wayne is at the two week point till his impending lay-off --and feeling mighty low himself. (I believe it's catching, as all feelings are when you love someone.) It's tough to show up in a place that's being disbanded in a fortnight, rubbing elbows with angry co-workers who are reeling around in a state of shock with nothing to be done about being unceremoniously dumped due to changing political tides and a shift in the stream of 'Human Services' funding. (He's not 'union', so there's no one to champion his cause... it's simply 16 years or so down the toilet.) He'll bounce back, but right now it's pretty grim for him.... it's become REAL.
Friday night we settled in to watch our weekly Netflix movie, a horror epic called 'Stake Land', some horror-fest about vampires/zombies and the like. Alas, the DVD was so scratched up, with cross-hatched markings on the playing side that were the worst I've ever seen on a rented disc.
I tried peeling the label off-- (I've talked about those MADDENING labels in an old post here, that tend to make the disc 'wobble' a bit) --I washed the disc in warm, soapy water and I even popped in my 'DVD cleaner' disc. And VOILA! It played!
(Yes, it 'played' through insufferable previews of 'buckets of blood' junk films) and even rendered the first 10 minutes of the movie-- where it promptly STOPPED, pixelation all over the screen, and would not budge, the DVD making that tell-tale 'click click click' sound. LOL!!! (It's just as well. Even for tried and true 'horror enthusiasts', those first minutes were OVER THE TOP gore. Really sickening stuff.)
We watched my copy of 'TALK TO ME' instead, which Wayne had never seen and we both thoroughly enjoyed! (I reviewed that back in March on this blog, having solo-viewed it, and loved every moment.)
On Saturday evening we saw Holly, Gary and the kids and as always, their enthusiasm and joy easily tripped my own. While Wayne and the 'adults' talked inside....lol.... 'we kids' busied ourself in the front yard under the spreading shelter of the finest tree you'll ever find anywhere, as Bill tried teaching Kay and me the in's and out's of wizardry-- (having just completed reading his 5th 'Harry Potter' book.)
Bill stood in front of us holding papers on which he'd written down the fractured Latin-sounding 'spells' and gave us each a twig to serve as wands. We had to repeat his mumbo jumbo back to him, and we giggled and laughed... and I hopelessly trailed Kay in remembering the gibberish. She was quite deft at it.
So from horror films, feeling low, I began to get lost on the internet in tales of BABA YAGA......
a wonderfully scary folk legend about a witch who flies through the air in a mortar, using the pestel as a rudder while sweeping away tracks left behind with her broom-- a stolen child tucked under her arm. (She also lives in a hut deep in the woods that stands on CHICKEN LEGS...that WALK! LOL!!! Marvelous!)
For those of you who like a good story.... who LOVE a well-written tale of shivery ghastliness, you'll find none better than The Witch Of Duva. It held my attention as I held my breath right to the very end. What a tale!!! Superb writing filled with chills and foreboding. Leigh Bardugo is a gifted, gifted young woman. (Once you get to the story link, click on her name to find out more about her.) She's REFRESHINGLY WEIRD. (And I say that with GREAT affection.) Enjoy.
June 19, 2012~ 6:15 pm
Well, we're now experiencing our first of THREE DAYS in the 90's with high humidity.
I am ready to KILL SOMETHING. (If I could move that is.) Truth is, the one thing that IS moving..... and waaaaaaay too fast and frequent.... are my BOWELS....yep. Intermittent "runs" since Saturday night. (The only way I'm functioning is on doses of Imodium. That's the only way I trust myself to show up at work. Ten hours or so after the dose wears off, all it takes is a 'cough'.....LOL!!!) God! I feel attacked on every side from HEAT, STIFLING HUMIDITY...AND SH*T.
It's been crackers, crackers, crackers for me. Don't know whether the rumbling... is my stomach from hunger or my bowels in rebellion.
HAPPY SUMMER EVERYONE.
I'm crawling off now to my air-conditioned room. Wake me in late September. (OH...... if only, if only.)
June 21, 2012~ 5:45 pm
92° today! I'm dyin' here!
Last evening, promptly at 6:30pm, the power went off and STAYED OFF for an hour and a half in very similiar temperatures. (Yes, electricity hogs did NOT heed the warnings from our local electric company that were PLASTERED ALL OVER INTERNET NEWS SITES asking that people refrain from running dishwashers, washers, electric dryers and other major appliances during the peak hours of 4:00pm till 8:00pm - the time when most people get home from work and dig into whatever chores they damn well please, despite the warning.) Probably cranked up their air conditioners as well.
I promptly went up to bed, my one little battery operated fan under my arm, a battery Coleman lantern- and my small hand-held Solitaire game. I first DOVE into a cold bath for 10 minutes, came out without drying off and flopped on the bed like a grumpy walrus- holding the fan a foot from my face. An hour and a half later, mercifully.......... POWER!!! ......fans turned, the window air-conditioner snapped back to life, and I was actually able to get a good night's sleep.
Today, in all these hideous heat, I found one thing that made me laugh.
Click on that cutie to see the funniest film about animal imprinting I've ever come across.
(It also reminds me of the Easter ducklings we'd get each year when I was tiny; it's like watching this action in reverse. Our parakeet-- who could talk, would chase those babies through the rooms, saying, "Give me kiss! HURRY UP!"- and they barreled away in front of him, noisy as can be, their waddling gait so comical to watch as they speeded up.)
I just love that little guy on the film. He's determined! LOL!!!
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I am an ODD person.
My happiness comes from the INSIDE, always. However unhappiness from the OUTSIDE works its way in now and then. (As does heat.) Summer is upon us and I know for most of you this means longer days, plenty of sunshine, running around with less cumbersome clothing and tossing frisbies and the like-- but just as some people are afflicted with 'seasonal affective disorder' in the winter months due to lack of sun, I too suffer with the seasons, but with me the culprit is SUMMER, and heat my claustrophobic cage.
The joy and clarity and upbeat feeling I've had since getting married has carried me along on brightly colored streamers of optimism...
but as the weeks pass and the weather becomes stickier, the heat inescapable, I feel the lilt....begin to wilt.
Like the migraine headaches that some poor folks are stuck with as a recurring torment, I've had a mood-shift that visits mostly in the sultry months, completely out of synchonicity with everyone else-- and certainly out of sync with my life change of late. The bright feathers are replaced with ink black crow feathers... the skies darken.
The heat itself feels like a prison. In fact, every day this past week I've come home from work and gone directly up to the cool bedroom to read and sleep in the air-conditioning.... nothing much gets done. It's all I can do to try and cope with climate that feels like it's strangling me. (I've been mostly working my way through a HUGE TOME that's the history of the Clinton impeachment, an excellent, GIANT book. Books are my favorite escape from anything that ails me.) I'm a reader 'to da bone'....
Dark and cool, the only light the one to read by. Ah...... heaven.
Of course, Wayne is at the two week point till his impending lay-off --and feeling mighty low himself. (I believe it's catching, as all feelings are when you love someone.) It's tough to show up in a place that's being disbanded in a fortnight, rubbing elbows with angry co-workers who are reeling around in a state of shock with nothing to be done about being unceremoniously dumped due to changing political tides and a shift in the stream of 'Human Services' funding. (He's not 'union', so there's no one to champion his cause... it's simply 16 years or so down the toilet.) He'll bounce back, but right now it's pretty grim for him.... it's become REAL.
Friday night we settled in to watch our weekly Netflix movie, a horror epic called 'Stake Land', some horror-fest about vampires/zombies and the like. Alas, the DVD was so scratched up, with cross-hatched markings on the playing side that were the worst I've ever seen on a rented disc.
I tried peeling the label off-- (I've talked about those MADDENING labels in an old post here, that tend to make the disc 'wobble' a bit) --I washed the disc in warm, soapy water and I even popped in my 'DVD cleaner' disc. And VOILA! It played!
(Yes, it 'played' through insufferable previews of 'buckets of blood' junk films) and even rendered the first 10 minutes of the movie-- where it promptly STOPPED, pixelation all over the screen, and would not budge, the DVD making that tell-tale 'click click click' sound. LOL!!! (It's just as well. Even for tried and true 'horror enthusiasts', those first minutes were OVER THE TOP gore. Really sickening stuff.)
We watched my copy of 'TALK TO ME' instead, which Wayne had never seen and we both thoroughly enjoyed! (I reviewed that back in March on this blog, having solo-viewed it, and loved every moment.)
On Saturday evening we saw Holly, Gary and the kids and as always, their enthusiasm and joy easily tripped my own. While Wayne and the 'adults' talked inside....lol.... 'we kids' busied ourself in the front yard under the spreading shelter of the finest tree you'll ever find anywhere, as Bill tried teaching Kay and me the in's and out's of wizardry-- (having just completed reading his 5th 'Harry Potter' book.)
Bill stood in front of us holding papers on which he'd written down the fractured Latin-sounding 'spells' and gave us each a twig to serve as wands. We had to repeat his mumbo jumbo back to him, and we giggled and laughed... and I hopelessly trailed Kay in remembering the gibberish. She was quite deft at it.
So from horror films, feeling low, I began to get lost on the internet in tales of BABA YAGA......
a wonderfully scary folk legend about a witch who flies through the air in a mortar, using the pestel as a rudder while sweeping away tracks left behind with her broom-- a stolen child tucked under her arm. (She also lives in a hut deep in the woods that stands on CHICKEN LEGS...that WALK! LOL!!! Marvelous!)
For those of you who like a good story.... who LOVE a well-written tale of shivery ghastliness, you'll find none better than The Witch Of Duva. It held my attention as I held my breath right to the very end. What a tale!!! Superb writing filled with chills and foreboding. Leigh Bardugo is a gifted, gifted young woman. (Once you get to the story link, click on her name to find out more about her.) She's REFRESHINGLY WEIRD. (And I say that with GREAT affection.) Enjoy.
June 19, 2012~ 6:15 pm
Well, we're now experiencing our first of THREE DAYS in the 90's with high humidity.
I am ready to KILL SOMETHING. (If I could move that is.) Truth is, the one thing that IS moving..... and waaaaaaay too fast and frequent.... are my BOWELS....yep. Intermittent "runs" since Saturday night. (The only way I'm functioning is on doses of Imodium. That's the only way I trust myself to show up at work. Ten hours or so after the dose wears off, all it takes is a 'cough'.....LOL!!!) God! I feel attacked on every side from HEAT, STIFLING HUMIDITY...AND SH*T.
It's been crackers, crackers, crackers for me. Don't know whether the rumbling... is my stomach from hunger or my bowels in rebellion.
I'm crawling off now to my air-conditioned room. Wake me in late September. (OH...... if only, if only.)
June 21, 2012~ 5:45 pm
92° today! I'm dyin' here!
Last evening, promptly at 6:30pm, the power went off and STAYED OFF for an hour and a half in very similiar temperatures. (Yes, electricity hogs did NOT heed the warnings from our local electric company that were PLASTERED ALL OVER INTERNET NEWS SITES asking that people refrain from running dishwashers, washers, electric dryers and other major appliances during the peak hours of 4:00pm till 8:00pm - the time when most people get home from work and dig into whatever chores they damn well please, despite the warning.) Probably cranked up their air conditioners as well.
I promptly went up to bed, my one little battery operated fan under my arm, a battery Coleman lantern- and my small hand-held Solitaire game. I first DOVE into a cold bath for 10 minutes, came out without drying off and flopped on the bed like a grumpy walrus- holding the fan a foot from my face. An hour and a half later, mercifully.......... POWER!!! ......fans turned, the window air-conditioner snapped back to life, and I was actually able to get a good night's sleep.
Today, in all these hideous heat, I found one thing that made me laugh.
Click on that cutie to see the funniest film about animal imprinting I've ever come across.
(It also reminds me of the Easter ducklings we'd get each year when I was tiny; it's like watching this action in reverse. Our parakeet-- who could talk, would chase those babies through the rooms, saying, "Give me kiss! HURRY UP!"- and they barreled away in front of him, noisy as can be, their waddling gait so comical to watch as they speeded up.)
I just love that little guy on the film. He's determined! LOL!!!
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