Sunday, September 28, 2008

My Ice Cream is Melting

OK, this is on a lighter note. Check this out. Stunning.

Here & There

The proverbial one-armed paper hanger has been the essence of my job description this week. Work to the left of me, more work to the right. Long days. Tiredness.

Not only have I not posted, I haven't even had time to read and respond to the blogs of others. So, now there are many past posts to peruse. Seems like time is running out, but running out of what? Fear sneaks in sometimes as I get over-wrought over all there is to do and all that I want to do. No time for it all, it seems.

Today, I had a phone interview for a job. Nerve wracking! I guess I did "OK", but I won't know for a week or so. If I make the next cut, it will be the face to face thing. Then I will come out to them. I'm in a line of work that is quite odd, and job searches take a long time. By that I mean that once in the pipeline (so to speak) for a particular position, it can take months to "play out."

To walk and chew gum at the same time would, for me, be a challenge (but since I don't chew gum, I am saved from that particular embarrassment). Managing several job searches is daunting!

And, the emotional/spiritual/psychic drain is big and exhausting. I am trusting the God has me in the palm of God's hand. I believe Way will open (as saith the Quakers), but "in the mean time" is tough.

I think I'll go buy some ice cream.

Monday, September 22, 2008


Quick, a post before my Internet connection goes to bed! I am getting clearer, stronger, more centered. except of course when I'm not.

And now for something completely different . . . . .

My PA has healed and doing quite well. I've managed peeing with little or no problem at all. (With a PA, peeing can be a bit of a challenge only in that the stream may splatter all over the place).

Well, today, at work, I went to the urinal, leaned way over, as usual. Did fine. Or so I thought. Then I realized, the circular barbell had channeled a stream of pee all over the leg of my britches. HA!

Being one who takes things in stride (hmmm. . . . . there's a pun there somewhere), and with nothing much I could do about it, I just had to put up with it. I'm sure glad it was about time to go home!

Well, as Monty Python would say, "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition."

And . . . . . . Just a random photograph of local mountains.

Saturday, September 20, 2008


Yes, I am alive and actually doing OK. Busy, busy week. Ups and some real downs. But right now, tonight. I'm well. And, I'm good, too!

Hahahaha. More tomorrow. or not

Monday, September 15, 2008


I love to kiss. And this video kiss intrigues me. If I can figure out how to do the loop-playing thing, I might add it to the side.

Today, I turned my body in a disadvantageous way, and coughed. Ugh. I've taken the day to lie in bed with ice, heat, anti-inflammatories, muscle relaxers, and such. Tomorrow, I hope to be able to move.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

This, That, and the Other

My Grrr.... continues, with some deep sadness going on, too. I had supper with a newer friend, "C." on Saturday. He is in similar circumstances to me: married, offspring, now separated, even some similar sexual addiction stuff. He is articulate, thoughtful, and grounded but with a deep sense of humility and openness to the wonder of all that is happening to him. I appreciate his friendship, good humor, and sensibleness. I could use some sensibleness.

Helping another friend move has exhausted me physically and even emotionally. It is a relationship for which I am grateful but one that drains me. I'm not sure if it's his neediness or things within myself that he sets off.

Either my computer or my neighbourhood link are messing up. Phooey. I have been "piggy-backing" on some body's unsecured wireless network. It has always gone off between 10 and 10.30 in the evening (except when it hasn't). And, it seems to be on by 7 in the morning, or before. Not being very functional in the morning, I don't attempt to type (or much else) at that early hour.

Lately, I haven't been able to pick it up at the usual times. Some times it's there. Sometimes it ain't. Very frustrating.

Blessedly, I can go to my favorite grocery store-cafe, sit comfortable, drink coffee, and blog, read, and write to my hearts content. They close at 10 (9 on Sundays) so I'm not up too late.

And, the scenery at my favorite grovery store-cafe is often quite picturesque, occasionally hot, and even devastatingly handsome on rare occasions. Handsome James is working tonight which is helping the decor. We go for what we can, ya know.

Friday, September 12, 2008


A friend made the very kind and generous gift of a massage! Much needed. Much welcomed. maybe even Much deserved! (?)

Being nice to myself is very difficult. Accepting niceness from others, likewise. Nonetheless, I had a great massage yesterday. [Note: very straight massage therapist was very woofy! I kept my eyes closed lest I be distracted.]

But afterwards, I got grumpier, and the day did, too. Maybe it's bad spirits, negative juju, the lingering effects of seven years past. maybe it was just stuff. But maybe it was my body.

I have done some work with mind -- body connection. Some emotions (such as anger) have physical components - perhaps I should say physiological - and remain in our bodies if they are not allowed to emerge. Some work on the body, like a massage, can bring things out, release them, send them forth. And I think that's what happened yesterday.

Today is better, but subdued. Anger, fear, sadness, anger, and anger all came up for me through the day, yesterday. Tears, grunts, shouts, and more tears.

At first I wondered what was "wrong." Too often I go there. It's about something being wrong, something I have done, some mistake I've made, something done or left undone. But then I came to see that on occasion it is, simply, just what is.

I am grateful.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

The Closet

Surfing around, I came across this video at Pip's blog. I wept. Loudly.

Me, myself, I

I'm having one of those sinking feelings, getting overwhelmed with stuff and life and everything. It may be in large part due to illness: I've had a chronic sinus infection for several months. Now I'm on my third antibiotic which should quell the bug (or kill me otherwise).

Like most folk, I get depressed when I'm ill, and I haven't felt like myself in several months. Wait. Do I know what "myself" feels like? Hmmm.... I'll have to think on that some more.