Monday, May 29, 2023

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I did it! Got some things on temu and made a video. The visual is so crap. Using my Canon Rebel. Loving Universe I need a better camera for making videos. Dang, I apologize. The video itself is very novice level but I did my best. I am sharing it here to spread the video lol. How desperate am I? Pretty desperate, is that wrong? Wish me well. I wish you well <3

 

 

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Wednesday November 11 1210am

 The drunken neighbors partying hard. They drink a lot. Her voice screeches. Shut up.

In bed. The furnace came on. The blissful warm weather the past while I wish would last is about to end.

I painted the stairs today. I thought of hiring some teenager but couldnt find one. The doors open, almost like being outise. Using No VOC paint helps. I did feel ill with my head so close to the gallon paint but when I moved it down a couple of steps that was better. I did a better job than anyone would have, except a professional. They would have done a better job. I have one coat down. I didnt use a roller. I used a chip brush. The second coat will help. I plan to put some carpeting and hope my cat, G goes up there. H already does but she is nimble. G is not. Oh how I love her my friend.

The last time I wrote here was 2019. I see it said it was only 63 days since my mother had died. Now it is 735. My mother is well and truly gone. On the day she died, this year I didnt realize until my sister posted something on fb. I was feeling close to her and now my father who died too. It has been 95 days since he died. Where are they? Are they really happy? Do they see each other? I feel closer to my father since he died.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

My Cat Asleep On My Lap

I havent slept yet. It is quarter to 9am. I am too tired to get up and too awake to go to sleep. Is it awake that I am or something else. Mourning the death of my mother more like. Like entering another world.

My mother is the only person who really loves me and now she is gone. My cat loves me well but I mean a human. Only my mom really loves/loved me.

The quality of her love is the best so I feel blessed that she loved me the way she did.

Not having her now, I am all alone. I was always more or less alone and I probably wanted it that way.

There arent words to describe what this is like now. It is pretty cliche the things that come to mind to describe. "A part of me died when she did" Yeah that feels right.

"I am not the same" Nope I am not. I wonder how to describe the way time stands still and I am swallowed whole by the moment. Something, or a moment can envelop me and there is nothing else.

I put on her sweatshirt she bought when she came to visit me years ago. The string in the hood was missing. I found a shoe lace I think it was, same color and began to feed it through attached to a crappy safety pin which kept opening inside the hood. I finally got it to the other side and there was no hole to push it through. Had my mother changed the zipper on the shirt and that is why? I think so.

I cut a little hole and pushed the lace through. I dont want it to wear out. It has only been 63 days since my mother died, all these things will wear out. Already I have been mourning the things she gave me or bought me. The towels she bought me when she used to shop are tattered. I am stupid to cling to things the way I do.

I hate the fucking winter. I wanted to walk last night but it was raining. It is hard to get on my bike without my lungs getting sore. Fuck this.

My mother feels far away. I hope she is happy.

Just as I hit "publish" there was a big crash at my bedroom window. I have the curtains open and fed the birds. I saw the wings outspread of a hawk and all the wee sparrows going everywhere. I lvoe feeding them but I hate how it puts their life in peril.

I took my cat off my lap and went outside. I didnt see the hawk. It looked like a small one from the view I got from my bed.

It is quiet out there now. I cut a piece of stollen my father brought me with marzipan in it. I slathered it with butter, having it with my tea.

Grasping at trust.


Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Open Book by Prince Unreleased

Cried buckets of tears over many sad things listening to this over and over today. Still listening, although I have stopped crying.


Saturday, September 8, 2018

The Glorious Sons

This song/video does a good job of demonstrating what it feels like to put yourself out there sometimes.

Everything is All Right, The Glorious Sons