Freaky Weekend

So this is apparently a photo collage of a freaky clown, and shows his child. ACK!
Actually, obviously, or not, this is a photo collage that has not been opened. They had it at work and me, being the freecycle/craigslist queen, asked me to get rid of it. Why on earth would a company put a photo of such a freaky child in the collage??



Aside from that bit of freakiness, the most fun I had this weekend was pruning my crepe myrtle trees. It was a nice day on Saturday, and M and I had just moved some furniture out of my house to bring to his for the POD arrival, and I needed to prune it since this is the time of year to do it. I had to read how to do it, and there's a little bit of an art to it, so I had fun actually. I miss quilting, or doing anything at all artistic.

We did go out to dinner Friday night with some friends, which was nice, but everyone was exhausted from the week, including M and me, which of course can lead to misunderstandings/irritation and thus the need for long conversations to work it all out. Whew. We were supposed to go out Sat night but M had a work emergency. Alas. And then packing at his place. Woo hoo! What fun... He had gobloads of paper recycling, including shredded items, and it wasn't going away, so I literally filled my car and brought it home to recycle. Not sure how I'll do the shredded stuff. If I put it in the bin, when they collect it I'm sure it'll make a mess in the neighborhood... we'll see.

And, how was YOUR weekend?

Quote

No idea where it's attributed to. Packing up diaries and found this.

If you try to look
but you don't touch
then you won't touch
but you'll never feel
and if you don't feel
you'll never cry
and if you don't cry
then you'll never feel

Newspapers abound

Sorry, not much time today, so a neat link for you.

Just put your mouse on a city anywhere in the world and the newspaper
headlines pop up...
Double click and the page gets larger....you can read the entire paper on
some if you click on the right place.

You can spend forever here.

http://www.newseum.org/todaysfrontpages/flash/

Corner of the Sky with No Bra

Packing up diaries, and came upon one with a lot of quotes at the back. So have a bunch of saved up entries. Whew!

I had a quote from this song. Which words, do you think? (from late high school).



Forgot bra. Have white shirt. Luckily have a sweater.

Weepy me

This afternoon ended the weepiest bought of PMS I have had in a long time. Whew.

Saturday morning/afternoon M and I were packing etc. at his house and we had on NPR. He loves Wait Wait Don't Tell Me. I used to love This American Life, and then stopped loving it. But it was on in the background as I was doing stuff, and slowly it creeped into my consciousness - in and out.

It was the story of a couple that raised a chimp I think (though I was envisioning a gorilla as the animal in this story was named Lucy). They decided to experiment and treat it like a child, living in their house. Sign language of course. The whole bit - to a bit beyond (they caught the chimp on the couch mastu***ting, and decided to give her a Playgirl.

In any event, all was well until they decided Lucy was too big to stay with them. They found a place in Africa to bring her and from what I gleaned, just dropped her off in the forest in a cage and left her - with a human looking over her and other primates. This animal that had been raised like a child, inside a house. All of sudden in the forest - only one human there. Of course she didn't eat. Of course there were issues. So so sad. I wept thinking of the poor animal being dumped like that. The woman in Africa who took care of her left her on an island with other chimps. A year later she came back and went onto the beach, and Lucy showed up and saw her and wrapped her/its arms around the woman and held her tight. But Lucy did let go and walked off with the other primates.

That night I had a dream. I was inside my rock climbing gym and walking up to the counter, and walked by this display case kinda thing they had. I looked inside and there was a tiny cat curled up, and you gave it attention by putting money in some part of the box. As I walked by it looked up at me and meowed. It was so sad! In the dream I tried to find someone to answer why they had the cat, and to set it free. I woke up before doing that.

Can a chimp have feelings or am I anthropomorphizing? Doesn't matter. I wept.

Let the bullets fly

It's bullet time!
- OK, I told my mom, aka made sure she knew. No problem.
- This was after I checked in with my brother about what had happened. Good to wait a little while to NOT fly off the handle. Never a good approach, but one I have used often in the past.
- I called ex to tell him, but he did not pick up, so left a message that I'm moving to San Fran and would be good to talk to him.
- I only have two more sessions with my therapist. This is ultimately what I was moving towards and it's a good thing, but it kinda freaks me out too. I've been going to her for, crap, six years??? At least 5 years. I'm scared! But ok too. Biggest thing is being able to step back and look at my life from a more detached perspective. This blog is one way of me doing that and I will continue to do that. I don't want to lean on M to be my therapist. Have done crap like that in the past and it's not good.
- I painted M's bathroom this weekend and it makes a huge difference. Good I felt a sense of accomplishment. It's small but it still took way too much time (ie, more than a half hour - ha). I wish I had had the color for my bathroom (a light gray - it's what I had wanted).
- M is still learning about my blood sugar drops and their effect. I had in the past had a tendency to fly off the handle when it happened. Now for the most part I get quiet, but he knows me from the past so the guard goes up quite high when I get silently hungry. It's a learning process for both of us.
- Damn relationships take time and are learning processes. Damn is sarcastic.
- Billy is meowing at me for I don't know what kind of attention, so I had better go pay attention.

OH! I'll write about a horrible story I heard on This American Life and the impact on my dream world. Coming soon to a blog near you.

A recent carrot

Not a stick. In my bag.