Life with cats, and other things…
... "Double bag it. Put it in the trash." So crass. Reminder of the dandelion, Under the West Seattle Bridge. Mud splattered, downtrodden, Ignored,unwanted, invisible. Except to me. ... The contents of the bag? Too sad, and such bad Timing Oxy withdrawal, Negative thoughts. ... How cruel Perverse timing can be. A sad event When … Continue reading Dandelion day
When I was finally free, at age 29, to live my life as I saw fit, more or less, I found that I had no social skills to guide me. I had not learned how to live among people my own age, for that matter, any age or class. I had no idea what was … Continue reading No regrets
"That was all about anger," said Grant this morning, referring to last night's fireworks which were louder and more numerous by far than any we have previously heard here. I agreed. I had exactly the same thought. They were not "fun fireworks". They were set off in quick succession, a fast series of loud bangs … Continue reading Fireworks!
Two days in a row without having to worry about watering the garden. This is a definite plus. Which is good, because I feel in need of one. Not complaining. No. I will not allow it, because then I have to stop and think of all those who have every reason to complain which will … Continue reading Creatures 2 Yetismith 0
The morning following my meltdown, we departed Calcutta and India, en route to our last and final stop, Dhaka, Bangladesh. My mental state was still not good and I had in mind that Dhaka was going to be difficult, what with the orphanage and more poverty. Perhaps my mental state accounted for why I had … Continue reading Priceless
An insufficiency of sleep and a dull ache in my head persuaded me to lie overlong abed this morning. I did not, however, doze. At first, a scenario played out in my thoughts, for the story I have been writing. Easiest for me to be creative when I am least likely to be disturbed. Then … Continue reading “Wet” Wednesday
The combination of medications I take for depression and chronic pain often play merry hell with my mind, if I forget to pay attention for a moment. And it doesn't take much to distract me. Like yesterday, when the little bits of falling frozen stuff turned into a proper hail storm. Naturally, I had to … Continue reading Losing the plot?
These days she is mostly kept concealed, but it wasn’t always so. Inside me somewhere resides a nasty little bitch. (Related to: http://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/catsincambridge.net/1933) It doesn’t make me feel good to admit it and I had hoped that perhaps she had left me, but recently when I suddenly found myself once more floundering in a black … Continue reading Keeping the bitch at bay
Today a woodchuck was sighted in the field below the house! When I was born I came too soon. A leap year babe, Supposed to appear On the 29th, But came instead Valentine's plus 2. All of which, You may well think, Matters not at all. But I have a theory.... What if By making … Continue reading What if….
When waking up to a wonderland, of such extraordinary beauty no longer staves off the feeling of impending gloom, does it mean you are depressed? There was a time when I would have thought so. Pulling back my curtain this morning, I saw my favourite tree standing bravely in the new snowfall and I thought … Continue reading Proceeding with caution
