Because bad taste is better than no taste at all.....

Monday, February 6, 2017

#341: Four Shadows

I am conscious of time passing, and a few things that I have been waiting on to happen have come and gone. This has been helpful in some respects, as some of these things have counted as stages, as relays, to what will be the next phase of my life. Some days it seems like I've got it almost figured out.

Then the sun rises again, and I am no closer to the door than I was before. I am confused or changing my mind. Or both. The former is caused by others around me, and the latter caused mainly by myself.  But, I have only a year, and time is ticking.
 
It is time to make those "short lists".

I have adopted a rule that is simple, and another that is not so much.

1) The Simple one:  If it hasn't been used in a year, it no longer brings joy, and must be discarded, sold, or given a good home.

The second rule is more difficult as it involves those around me and will take longer to sort out.

2) Those who make an effort to stay in my life in the present, will pass along with me in the future. 
Those who do not, I will have to leave behind.


There are some who will, no doubt, be hurt when I vanish.

But on some I have already given up on. And moved on. And made other plans. In this order.
I apologize in advance.

As I'm pondering all this, I'm looking out the bedroom window. The sky is a perfect blue, sort of like the old days when you'd flip the TV to channel 3 but you hadn't put in the VCR tape yet, and the screen was blue. A bit like that. I have this nagging feeling that I should go out and cut back the pampas grass while it's still somewhat cool but not absolutely freezing. The snow at the beginning of January has left behind brown clumps with sharp edges, ugly and winter-like in their deadness, the tips just popping up in a wave in front of the window against the winter sky.

Instead, I stick food in the oven to cook, and wiggle Dent's toes where he's dozed off on the couch. I get an "uhmhmm" that drifts back into a snore.

How mundane. January and February seem to be the "time loop" months, when nothing happens and nothing seems to want to. But I want something to happen. Just have to channel that restlessness into something else.............but I don't know how..........

It's sort of like I'm groping in the dark but I don't know what it is I'm reaching for, so I don't know how to grasp it fully.
 
Stay tuned.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

#340: Sights of the season

Yesterday I wandered back down to the creek. The dry sandy banks are furred with brown rushes, reflecting the waning of the year when light and tempature become difficult to come by. Also reflected is the lack of rain, which we haven't seen in more than a month and will probably be lacking in the near future as well.

I'm having to "make do" with the local gifts of nature. My usual lurking place is currently consumed by flames, as they have been for the past week. I doubt I will be able to visit it again, any time soon. It is just one of a number of mental losses I have suffered lately. Hardly surprising as it seems whatever I do, is wrong, so I shouldn't be surprised at the good things in my life disappearing and being taken away. 

I am also puzzled by certain people in my life. I get words, of encouragement, but words are merely air, and when it gets down to the wire and I choose to let people go, nothing is said. Mind, I'm not expecting an over dramatic "No!! Don't go!!", but it's as if the people involved don't care if I remain in their lives or not. I want people in my life, who will fight to keep me in theirs. And right now I'm not seeing it in anyone I come in contact with. Not the ex, nor my "roomie", nor any of my supposed "friends". Apparently I need new friends.

My Halloween/Ren Faire costume worked out fairly well this year. I still had to wriggle sideways through crowds to avoid hitting people with the wings, but I received compliments on them, and even had to tell a few folks how they were made. I got some fairy ears ("Faun" style--they're HUGE), so the fairy image is complete.

My next project will be doing something with the other, smaller pair of wings. Do I steampunk them? Or cover them with flower petals? Or make them "Yule" wings, with holly and ivy and pine?

Next stop: Thanksgiving. I'm ashamed to admit the Christmas tree is already up. The other evening I felt down and out and needed some cheering up. Coon-In-The-Room had already escaped from the box of decorations and was climbing up the branches. I've also gone several places out, wearing my deer antlers. It feels like I'm dying on the inside, but if I can get others to smile, I am content.





Sunday, September 11, 2016

#339: Stones Rising XXII

After driving for approximately seven hours, I finally pulled into a slightly run-down Exxon. It looked like it had seen better days. I pulled off to one side of the parking lot and watched the other cars come and go. After taking a deep breath, I sent the text. Shortly thereafter, I got a reply.

My guide arrived roughly ten minutes later, and soon we were on our way. I was led several miles through Maryland, and then a mile or two through Pennsylvania.  The back roads were idyllic and peaceful. About what you'd expect that side of the Potomac.

"Damn. I coulda kept the Garmin on and not bothered anyone," I thought.

Then we turned onto a dirt road.......

I emerged five days later, dazed. The car was covered with more dust than I'd ever got at home, and from the rear view mirror, a new set of ribbons fluttered in the wind coming in through the open windows--red, green, blue and yellow.

My week was unsettling, exhausting and just plain unreal. Not least because I was the furthest from home I'd been in close to ten years, for an extended period of time, surrounded by more people, far far more people, than I was used to.

All this to say, I can't wait to go back......

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

#338: Feathers and Fins

So I thought I'd update some of you folks who're not in the immediate vicinity, what's going here in badhairland.

The past 12 months or so have been, in an understatement, a time of major changes, both for Dent and myself. He's been busily doing all that new fangled learning stuff, all in hopes of getting a better paying, more satisfying job. I, on the other hand, took the summer off to get my head straight and figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Because as much as I respect the Burger Flippers of America, I have no desire to be doing this at age 50. (I'm not getting any younger, whippersnappers.)

 I think I have the beginnings of a plan going here, and with the help of some friends (you know who you are, and a huge thank you for your help!) I plan on moving forward.

Dent and I have had a discussion, and it's been generally decided that while we still do love each other very much, we are moving in different directions, and are indeed at different stages of our lives, if not different stages of being--I'm still trying to figure out who I am inside, and I think he's evolving as well. So we've instituted the "let's just be friends" rule.  We're still amicable and splitting the bills and supporting each other emotionally. But we are now officially roommates.

No, stop crying. It's fine. Really. I'm not going to disappear on you all, promise. I'm still the same old Scratch you've all come to know and love. Just changing gears. Trying on some new wings. Attempting to stand up on my hind legs for once. That kind of thing.

Thank you for your patience, and we now return you to your regularly scheduled smart aleck.

Monday evening was spent down by the creek. I find if you kick up some of the sand on the bottom and then stand still for a few minutes, the small minnows come to investigate. After a while they start digging their little mouths into the mesh of my "shower shoes" and give my bare ankles little fishy kisses. I guess they're checking out the skin mites (or eating dead skin) that everyone has. It's not quite a tickle. Almost. It makes me giggle a bit, and I'm glad no one is down there with me, or they'd hear me talking to them.

On the way back to the house, I found a feather. I've been finding them almost every time I go there, now. Maybe some day I'll have enough to cobble together into some sort of Icarus-style wings. This last one was small, and an iridescent brownish color, which makes me think the wild turkeys have been through. I suspect they hang out in the woods down by the creek now, due to the neighbor's putting out corn. It's for the deer but the squirrels (and now the turkeys, too, apparently) seem to be taking care of it now.
   
So Tuesday afternoon I did something brave: I went back up to the school to request a transcript. This probably doesn't seem like all that much; people do this every day.  Other people have no problem walking right up to a complete stranger and talking to them. But other people aren't me.

Said transcript arrived Saturday. Having survived the first challenge, I can now move on a harder one--contacting the other school, which is in another state altogether.

Certain friends and family have been notified of the upcoming possible upheaval, so it won't be so much a surprise when it happens.

The ball is rolling at last, so to speak. Or at least I seem to be nearing the top of the hill......

The tomatoes are a mixed lot this year. There's been a couple of big ones, and a few that weren't so big but were still okay to slice up and eat anyway. I've given away a lot of my cherry tomatoes this year. I think I enjoyed growing them more than I've enjoyed eating them. I've got a few jalapenos going, and cayenne, and some habaneros. But these last ones will take a while longer before they're ripe.

Saturday was spent at a place neither Dent nor I had been to before: Linville Falls. Since it was a million degrees out, why not head up into the mountains? It was certainly cooler.  Seems even the butterflies were keeping their cool up there.....

Stay tuned.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

#337: Knock, knock.....

I wanted my life to get weird again, and it looks like I may soon get my wish.
But what the hell?

Am I insane?

Quite possibly.

I'd have to be, to consider what I'm considering.

Change has always been a scary thing in my life. Partially because I never know what exactly will be on the other side of the door when I open it.  And partially because changes have never ever ended well for me. Ever. Usually the change is for someone else's life, which always gets easier, while mine gets a thousand million times more difficult than it has to be. Now I'm contemplating a change of my own, on my own. I don't know if I will float or sink like a stone, or where the ripples will go, or if I will make much of a splash in other people's lives around me.

We'll pause here to state that I haven't been sleeping much due to the stress, and I'm scared shitless.
Dent knows, of course, that I'm contemplating this change. We've both seem to have come to the same conclusion, that we're drifting in different directions, and that for all practical purposes, we're merely room mates now. I honestly thought he'd take it harder than he has (although he may just be putting a brave face on things, I don't know). Life has been surprisingly normal. I still have to roll him out of bed in the morning, but he's been getting to work and school on time when I thought he'd be falling apart by now. I make sure to tell him I'm proud of him often (I am).

I have been at my current address close to 9-10 years. I've worked at BK for 5. Corning was 4. I was married for 4, and I've been here with Dent roughly 8. I lived in Tn about 4 years.  I've been back in NC about 12. I left Ga almost 30 years ago and haven't looked back. My life has been defined by long blocks of time, so when the change comes, it comes hard and fast and I don't do anything half-assed or on impulse.

Part of what is scaring me most about this change is the amount of pull I'm feeling to move in this direction. Yet the pull comes and goes--some days I feel like I'm not wanted in that direction at all, or that life is merely humoring me and giving me a pat on my head, waiting on me to change my mind yet again and do something different altogether. But then the pull reemerges. Names pop up again, people and places and things, in this direction. And I don't know what to think.

Do I?

Don't I?

"Do what you need to do for you." I hear this again and again.

I am going to attempt to do so.

But I don't know what I'll find once I open that door...