Thursday, March 30, 2023

Ancestral Rage

 Songs that call forth ancestral rage: Labour by Paris Paloma.

It's magick at its deepest and most primal. Even women with supportive partners feel the pull from the lyrics, calling forth the rage out of deep within our souls. The fury of women from time immemorial. 

If you -- a man -- hear a woman listening to this song, humming along, singing along: be wary. If you hear their voices together chanting the words, under the moon: run.



Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Chicken

Out of the blue, Offspring the Third brought me home a glass chicken the other day. It is DELIGHTFUL and fills my sad heart with chicken happiness. 

Thank you so much, my sweet young man, for thinking of me. 

Sunday, March 26, 2023

PrettyBun

My brain is at odds and ends, and I am sad and lonely and frustrated with minutiae, but Poppy is as pretty as ever. And I am glad for her and the other bunnies, because they really do take me outside of myself, and that is a Good Thing. 

Wednesday, March 22, 2023

Sunday, March 19, 2023

Flowers

I am working on some Lego flowers. I was a bit concerned, because I am very much not a visual person, that I would have difficulty with the instructions -- but they turned out just fine. Nice. 

thank you, Lego, for these charming sets. 

Saturday, March 18, 2023

Twilight

I went to an event at a local park this evening, as an effort to get myself out of the house and do something For Fun. (I am struggling to do Recreational Things, but am trying.) It was cold, and windy. But the air was crisp, and there was a campfire somewhere, and the scent on the breeze reminded me of camping with my favorite people. For just a moment, I was freed from all my burdens. Lovely. 


Friday, March 17, 2023

Comfy

I wish I could be as relaxed as the kitties. Instead, I am a ball of disgruntlement and fatigue, like an overtired elderly chihuahua trying valiantly to guard the house but in reality needing desperately for someone to put me into a soft round bed in the upstairs back bedroom so I can get a little bit of decent rest for a change.


Tuesday, March 14, 2023

Pure

 This is so pure: If you love her, by Forest Blakk. 

She always has trouble
Falling asleep
And she likes to cuddle
While under the sheets
She loves Pop songs
And dancing, and bad trash TV
There's still a few other things
She loves love notes and babies
And likes giving gifts
Has a hard time accepting
A good compliment
She loves her whole family
And all of her friends
So if you're the one she lets in
Take it
If she gives you her heart
Don't you break it
Let your arms be a place
She feels safe in

Lovely.

I hope you enjoy.

Sunday, March 12, 2023

Saturday, March 11, 2023

Wondering

 As I tackle, day by day, the small pieces of Daddy's paperwork, the estate minutiae, the incremental transfer of responsibility to the next generation, I find myself wondering:

Did Daddy ever feel overwhelmed by the responsibility?

Or did Daddy find comfort in assuring himself that all was attended to?

Or, perhaps, both?

I hope that Daddy did not feel as though we took him for granted. 

He took care of everything so quietly, so smoothly, that it was easy to overlook all that he did for us. And I know that I try so hard to take care of everything so quietly, so smoothly, that sometimes I do feel as though the things I do may are overlooked. 

I'm a bit overwhelmed. Perhaps, though, it is because I am trying to attend to all of the paperwork, while standing on the edge of the Daddy-shaped hole in the world. It is dark here, and windy, and I feel very much alone. 

Grieving is a funny thing. It's been seven weeks now - not even two full months - and the rest of the world has gone back to its regularly scheduled programming. No one asks how we're doing any more; it's assumed we're just moving forward. Which we are, I suppose. 

I don't know what to do with the sadness that wells up, nor with the urge to sit and dissociate because I cannot bear to actively acknowledge my own thoughts. Driving is tricky, not because driving is difficult or distracting, but solely because the car seems like the only safe place to cry but I don't want to arrive at any destination a waterlogged fright. Only let a couple of tears out. Save the rest. What is the point of crying? There is no one there for solace. And yet, I do not really want someone there, because I need a moment when I can pay full attention to my own feelings without feeling obligated to tend to someone else's. 

Just me and my feelings. We are an awkward couple right now, an arranged marriage. We need to learn to tolerate one another's company better. 

It will get easier eventually. I hope. Right now, though, things are hard, and I am sad. 

Friday, March 10, 2023

OnlyBuns

Draw me like one of your French buns. 


Wednesday, March 8, 2023

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Formalities

Official paperwork has officially begun. 

I am taking care of things for you, Daddy. Rest easy. 

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Young at Heart

Happy birthday to the perpetually young-at-heart Beloved Husband. You are so well loved. I wish for you, continued joy as you move through life, led by your ever-cheerful, ever-youthful, ever-playful spirit. 

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Knight

Tropes exist for a reason. 

The knight in shining armor trope, featuring so prominently and commonly in the cheesy romance novels enjoyed by women worldwide? It is there because self-contained, strong, independent women -- those of us who pay the bills, make the phone calls, take the car for maintenance, stay late at work, fetch the groceries, fold the laundry, scrape up the still-twitching bug carcass from the hallway, unclog the sink at 11 PM, and generally take care of all the things, all day long -- are fucking tired, and we daydream about a man who magically appears, saves us from having to do that one last thing that threatens to make us cry with exhaustion, and brings us a glass of water, tells us we're pretty, and runs his fingers through our hair to help us fall asleep.

We don't really need a lot. We don't need to be rescued from a dragon. We just want to be spared the straw that breaks the camel's back. And, perhaps, to be shown a little love, without being asked for anything in return, in the process. 

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Independent

 Bright, beautiful Offspring the Second has turned twenty-eight. He is independent, on his way, a fully fledged human being. We are so very proud of him. 

I miss being in the presence of his wit, his dry sense of humor, his tenderness with the pets. He is such a good egg. 

Fly, Offspring the Second, Fly. I hope all your dreams come true.