Weather @ MindSay

Foggy mornings are a quiet splendor that I'm just learning to appreciate. It's somehow warming to your spirit. At first, looking out the window, I want to hold the day close to myself, to share it only with my beloved over coffee in our kitchen*, smiling in quiet pleasure over the other's presence. Keeping the day to ourselves, quiet and happy.

_{*I'm single, and despite being a barista, I don't drink coffee}

And then I get out in it, and oh, I want to climb mountains. Get lost in woods wreathed in mist, and then climb above these clouds to look down on them. Fog is like a blending of mystery and passion - there's a passion out in it somewhere, but veiled in mystery. That's it. And the woods call me out, from everything I'm doing. In class? The trees still stand, waiting. At work? There are paths no one's walked. Meeting with a superior? The river's laughing and talking secrets to itself. Rehearsal? Leaves strewn down a hill waiting to be crunched.

I'm very much a sunshine-spirit, or so I'm told. Love being in the sunlight. Drawn to it, need to be able to see it even if I can't be in it. My spirit dies a little in windowless classrooms. Love having it spill over my skin, the touch of light can be the warmest, gentlest caress. But I've also had a love for thunderstorms, and the great power and passion at play in the sky there.

This fall, I'm gradually adding fog to that list of loves.

surprise, the weather has changed and I am sick. awesome.
i cant breathe through my nose and I have a headache and I hate everything.
I feel a little better after my bath.

typing of baths, my hair is starting to get better. I bought some really good conditioner and I've only used it twice and my hair is repairing itself. Awesome. I should be able to dye it next week and I am not going to bleach it again for AT LEAST a month. my poor hair.

BIG EXCITING NESS!!!! new season of venture brothers starts tonight!!! happyhappyhappyyy

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I'm in a listing mood right now. And I'm bored shitless with 3 and a half hours of nothing to fill up - with nothing but college resources at my disposal.

Here's a list of the 12 items I'm awaiting from Play.com.

1. Abigail II: The Revenge (CD)
2. Amélie (DVD)
3. Manhunt (PS2)
4. Guitar Hero (PS2)
5. Guitar Hero II (PS2)
6. Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks The 80's (with guitar) (PS2)
7. Parappa The Rapper 2 (PS2)
8. Resident Evil Outbreak (PS2)
9. Evil Dead: A Fist Full Of Boomstick (PS2)
10. Silent Hill 2 (PS2)
11. Galerians: Ash (PS2)
12. Freak Out (PS2)

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Dixie's list of things that are currently pissing her off beyond belief:

 

1. The new Guitar Hero Community layout
2. The insane difficulty of Maximo
3. The fact that Backloggery can't be accessed at college
4. These pointless 3 and a half hour gaps between lessons
5. The price of BLT sandwiches at college
6. And the fact you can only get them like 2/5 days of the week
7. The god dammned slow postal service
8. Dickheads talking to me on MSN when I'm IDLE
9. And by "dickheads" I only actually mean one person, who is a prick...
10. My sore throat and mucous-dripping nose
11. The lack of hours in a day in which to play all of my new games
12. Homophobic twats at college
13. Namely that blonde cunt who glares at me when I'm doing NOTHING
14. These headphones making the INSIDES of my ears ITCHY
15. The pricks in my English class
16. Paul being a twat, mainly to Shelly for no reason
17. The weather not deciding if it wants to be hot or cold
18. Wii remote batteries dying so fucking quickly
19. THE PIT OF 100 TRIALS
20. The shitty "chart hits" on the radio at the moment
21. Hoovering/dusting them it looking dirty again about 5 minutes later
22. The decline of Limewire's awesomeness
23. Lisa deciding not to display correct or ANY album artwork
24. Mam's shitty insence making me choke
25. NOT BEING ABLE TO POST BLOGS AT COLLEGE - HAVING TO SAVE THEM TO FUCKING WORD DOCUMENTS THEN POST THEM AT HOME...

Having been in Texas for almost 5 years now (and before you all get your knickers in a twist - no this is not a 'bash the great state of Texas' rant) and I've noticed a few things different than where I used to live.  For instance, we have 'bug of the month' and I kid you not. May was fleas, June was cicidea month.  July was grasshopers...the little ones which are just annoying and the big suckers which fly at you.  August...now we are looking at crickets...and damn it all if there isn't one in the bedroom and while I've been told repeatedly by those 'who know' that it is bad luck to kill a cricket in the house...if I find that little sucker whose been keeping me awake nights by singing to me his primordial need to find a mate -- he's gonna get fed to the turtles...(my reasoning being that technically the turtle will be the one to do the dirty deed.  BTW, the turtles have their own timeline...being destined to be turned into pouches for renn faire. 

 

We've been in a drought situation now for months. Hay is off the charts, the price of meat is dropping (people are being forced to sell their stock since they can't feed or water them), some arre breaking out of their pens searching for feed and water, which is not to say that the ranchers are getting a good price for any of their stock.  People are turning their pets loose, so I predict a rise in a year or so of wild dogs attacks, and a rise in feral cat populations.  Animals are coming down out of wild places, there is no food and they come for water -- snakes (the dog found a copperhead snake the other day in the back yard), ardvarks, raccons, deer, possoms, squirrels, mice, and the birds...all come to the water bowls I leave out. 

 

Plants are stressed, no matter how much I water -- I've lost 2 more roses I brought with me from my last garden - one very special to me which I've slipped and moved for 6 gardens is no more.  One of the 3 last maple trees went too....a rare one given to me.  As much as this upsets me, the Mother has planted Her own replacements in their place  - Texas elm and oak, red 'Mexican' salvia, bulbs of yellow, red and white pop up where I carefully transplant some of them into my flower beds and put a few in a pot for transport if necessary. 

 

As I walked up the road home from work today, I hear crows.  Crows are not common around me and only 2 people possess the ability to send them - Carrie and  Jackie.  Jackie can reach me anytime, Carrie is most likely - I know her son has been ailing with bronchial issues - tho this seems 'over the top' for even her.  I note that the vultures (black chickens as The Man calls them) have begun cleaning the latest 2 skulls put out.  Lady hawk cries and swoops around the freshly mown field, searching for small prey. 

 

The full moon is coming ... and the moon phases affect me strongly.  Tonight it rained and not just a little gentle rain either.  I could hear the last few cicideas' singing their frenzied mating song before they pass on.  Their bodies litter my porch and are fed to the turtles, a small aided circle of life.  The crickets are quiet suddenly as the wind kicks up.  The trees bend and cry out...stressed as parts break off and hit the tin roof of the garage.  Rain comes, whipped by the wind...sideways.  I stand out in it listening to the thunder of Thor (wondering what why my brother sends me his flashes of temper) and the answering flash of lightning --in an age-old mating dance of the Sky God and Mother Earth, rain being the blessing of their union poured out upon us.  I dance, let my body sway and become wet to the skin...calling upon the Goddess and the God to bring us more rain......not caring if the neighbors see this old woman talking to the sky and calling in the rain with her hair wet and mud on her ankles.  Yes I know it is dangerous to be out in the thunder and lightning...if the Goddess wants me...believe me...She has my address. 

 

I come in, wipe up the puddles of water, put on a pot of lima beans and sausage...gonna make it thick like a stew with veggies for Sunday.  Homemade biscuits.  A small spinach salad with tomatos, sweet red onions and yellow bellpeppers - blue cheese dressing is what I've planned for The Man and I to eat.  The 'stew' will cook for slowly for about 8 hours to incorporate all the herbs and veggies into it. 

 

I contemplate a shower and bed...not out of the realm of possibilities....before mid-night....double shift at work tomorrow.  I mentally check off my list of hings to do, what should be done, and what will have to wait....*Sigh....

 

 

 

 

 

                 D is gone again; possibly for good this time.  There are only 5 days left of school, now 4, but … it’s still painful.  Again.  He JUST got back; we just had a week and a half together again, but there is a chance he won’t be back the rest of the year.

                Apparently, yesterday’s trip to the dentist to get fluoride painted on his teeth (he HATES the dentist and has had a lot of work done) was too much.  He’d also had a conversation with his sister about the field trip, and was probably having a hard time with the idea that her class would be swimming and our class would not be.  The way the weather is NOBODY will be swimming, because it SUCKS out right now, but still… he lost it, fled into a moderately big city, actually bit, spit on, scratched and kicked his mother (he has NEVER physically hurt her before).  LONG story short, he was taken by the police to a hospital down where the dentist is, and then after a 5-hour wait were told “eh, he’s calm, it’s your choice if we’re going to hospitalize him or not”.  She took him home to discuss options with his case worker, but … not looking good.  I had to work very hard to not cry on the phone; if Nichole was able to hold it together while she told me about her 9-year old son in crisis, I at least owed it to her to not break down, but it will happen by nightfall.  It’s been sitting in my stomach all day.

                Everything else today was fine.  Field Day was cancelled, so we had a regular-ish morning, watched the Time Capsule opening from 10:30 – 11:30, silent read and did some writing, and then they finally watched ‘the Wild’, the movie I’ve voted for the last …. 3 months.  I didn’t even watch.  I feel bad, but I didn’t.  Wasn’t as captivating as I had hoped for.  I read Number the Stars instead.  I love that book.

*The title of my entry today came from A.  I have absolutely no idea why he uttered it.  I just know I really needed a smile today, and he provided me with it.  I hope it did the same for you.