2020-02-26 Chickens and Squirrels and Pies, Oh My 🐓🐿 🥧

I might start by mentioning that I did land on a few goals for the year but that news is so two days ago.

I could go on a long tangent about the rabbit hole that I found myself in with domain management, web hosting, and WordPress theme customization. But that’s just yesterday’s news.

Then there’s the fact that the US Passport system requires you to actually send the physical certified copy of your marriage license to get a new book with your new legal name. So it’s a good thing We originally paid for two copies. Again, I’m so over yesterday’s news.

What is it today then? The answer is.. it depends.

If you ask the MFA student that has revisions of about 25 poems due in two days, she would tell you that’s what’s on the agenda.

If you ask the wife who wants very much to do enough that she feels she adds value to the team, she would tell you she’s going grocery shopping again. This time to stock up on extra supplies in case the Corona Virus really does start to cause disruption to daily life in America.

If you ask the mom. She’d say, “same story, different day”.

And the woman who didn’t sleep well last night because her mind refused to rest would say that she’s surprised the doxylamine succinate didn’t work and is irritated to still have morning after medicine head (but she took caffeine and made it to the treadmill anyway).

I’m supposed to meet with Josh today to get coffee or go for a walk but that’s just so unappealing. I’ve got so many other things to attend to. For real!

I really would like to section off my day and spend 1 to 2 hours with heads down focus on different tasks, but part of me wonders if it isn’t better to let myself get lost in one thing (like revisions or website development or housework) for as long as it takes?

I think my not being able to shut my brain off has something to do with all the pies my fingers are in right now. And also my need for instant gratification. So my name changed and I just want that to proliferate everywhere but that’s not how that works. It takes a lot of calls, time on the internet, and visits to certain offices in person.

How can I focus on my thesis manuscript when there are so many squirrels, chickens, and shiny objects to look at and chase.

If I was being disingenuous, I would hide the fact that I’m also fixing to get my fix of the Bachelor soon. Yes, it’s high on my priority list and really— what is a girl to do??!!

The answer for that one, at least, is to multitask. I can have the show on while I fold laundry and perhaps even work on the new website. It will be an interesting experiment anyway. In the end, I should be able to tell what my real priorities are.

With that, I’m going to cut this session short and dive into the day. If I do meet up with Josh I will probably get more walking anyway. See.. that’s me trying to think positively about it. 😊

Hiding from Squirrels, 🐿

~Miss SugarCookie

PS. Today’s featured image was brought to you by the girl who went on the most amazing honeymoon and didn’t even get to write about it.

(This one is a view of the Taro Fields from Hanalei National Wildlife Refuge)

2020-02-24 On Being Cinderella

Do you suppose that once Cinderella married the prince her life changed at all? Do you think that she was released from those chores of hers, scrubbing floors and doing dishes and also the thing that was too unmentionable even Disney didn’t even go there (toilets 😱)? I suppose the general assumption is that once married, dear Cinderella and her ball gowns hire someone else to do all the dirty work. But imagine if you will, that it wasn’t how the story went.

Four and a half hours into my day and I’m just now sitting down to do something for myself. I’ve been on my feet that long, tending to all the needs of Monday. The cats don’t rest much either when this is going on because they are too curious about what all the fuss is (or anxiously waiting for me to get to their litter boxes). They are clearly relieved that I’ve now plopped myself down on the couch with my laptop and have both found a nice cozy spot for their mid-morning nap.

Yesterday I was all lit up with motivation to make some commitment or resolution—something that was going to bring me a great sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. And now? Now I just want a nap. Something inside of me with about 38% authority wants me to at the very least go down to the gym with my tennis shoes and walk while I type this. But 38% is far from the majority and so here I sit. At the very least I should find another place to sit, to get a different perspective. But I really like being with the cats. It’s just the way it is. Plus finding a different spot would mean I have to get up and move again and I just don’t want to do that.

Briefly when I had that thought about Cinderella (which is not the first time I have gravitated toward that analogy), I thought about the Bachelor. The TV show I get sucked into from time to time and happen to be thoroughly enjoying this season. During that process all these beautiful girls jockey for position as they simultaneously date the same guy. It’s truly absurd but for some reason, I find it highly entertaining.

Anyway, they start the show off in this grand house where they all live and converse and have cocktail parties and pool parties and then gather in a dramatic ceremony where some girls get to stay and continue dating the guy while others are sent home, heartbroken. I probably don’t need to explain all that since the show is in like its 25th season or something outrageous like that.

At some point, they all travel to exotic places and get filmed doing fun activities that would make any globe-traveller jealous. All these cool dates and romantic dinners, concerts, etc, etc. They always interview these women and on the show, info about them pops up at the bottom of the screen to remind us who they are. Here is “Victoria F., from Virginia Beach, 26, Medical Rep. That’s all we know. Their name, age, hometown, and reported occupation. Hmmmm… kinda like how Bumble is, come to think of it.

Rarely do we see the couple de jour discussing what life will be like when they are off the show, if they end up together or engaged or whatever. You never see him saying “Well I have a house in Florida and that’s where I want to stay so if you don’t want to move away from Kansas City or Des Moines Iowa or wherever, then that’s a deal breaker”.

You also rarely hear her say “I really want my partner to be home helping me raise the children more than 50% of the time, so you would have to find some career besides being a pilot to earn a living”. Nope. Either they don’t talk about that stuff, or they have found that it is too boring to include in the drama of the show. I personally would love to see those conversations, especially over all the inebriated crying. Good Grief!

I can tell you that from where I sit (on the couch in my castle), those conversations are extremely important. But who I am I to say? Yes, the connection between two people is really important. Romantically, intellectually, sexually, spiritually, etc… But I think part of the secret to success is understanding where your partner is at in their life and what their goals are so you can support them, and also having that be a two way street. That includes logistics about career, how many kids you want (if any), and where you are going to live and what your lifestyle is. Obvi you can’t spend the rest of your life jet-setting off to exotic places.

I just don’t see how this Bachelor thing ever works because it seems everyone involved is just so concerned with the “connection” and also “winning” Heh! Plus, it’s so ridiculous that all these girls have to live together and witness the guy they are dating going out and making out with other women. If I had to endure that, I would be all like— no thanks. I want my man to have eyes for only me. It’s just so cray-cray. But I love it anyway. Perhaps some part of me craves that kind of drama and is better off getting a fix from some stupid reality television show than looking for it in my own life. For sure.

The stats for the final “couple” in most seasons is not great. Only a handful have stayed together and an even smaller number have actually gotten married. Yes, I did spend a little time just now researching the stats cuz I’m a big nerd like that, but it doesn’t matter really.

I think I’ve not exhausted my couch break now and really, really want to figure out what those new goals are going to be now that my own season of the bachelorette has now ended. So happy to have met my match AND gotten that final rose so that my Cinderella story can return to it’s regularly scheduled programming.

Happy Cat Napping,

~Miss SugarCookie

 

2020-02-09 Back to Reality Part Two

I’m finally.. FINALLY getting back into things that I should be doing instead of dwelling on all the festivities last weekend. It’s hard to believe that one short week ago we were last minute grocery shopping and gathering all the boxes and flowers up for decorating.

***

Those were the two sentences I wrote yesterday, obviously with high hopes to write more. But the whole back to reality thing means that I’m jumping from one big thing to another. In this case it’s a very welcome vacation for just my husband and I.

Did you catch that? I wrote “Husband.”

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It’s true! I’m a married woman now. One week ago today we made that official and let me tell you, the days to follow brought several mini freak-outs but not a single one of them had to do with marriage or being married. If anything, it was a relief to finally embrace the confidence I’ve had growing inside of me for quite some time.

I was so jazzed that one of my mad scrambles on Monday involved driving to the courthouse to get the marriage license filed and get those certified copies. I just wanted that paper in my hot little hand. I had to run my finger over the raised seal pressed into the paper. I’m also itching to get that whole name change thing started. I am, however, holding off on that for a quick minute because of our pending travel plans. Tickets and reservations are all in my previous name so I don’t want to cause any confusion. Otherwise I’d already be embracing being a SAS. 😜

Here are the actual mini freak-outs in order of appearance…

1. Missing cat, presumed to have gotten outside and lost forever.

2. The need for pictures. Seriously felt like I was having a panic attack over not having pictures from the weekend. Like if there was no proof, it didn’t happen.

3. The aforementioned need to file the paperwork at the courthouse downtown.

4. The need to collect all the artifacts and arrange them in a scrapbook. I lied when I told people I didn’t have any more copies of the invitation. I did, but it was one I was saving for that scrap book.

5. The need to rearrange all the flowers we had at the ceremony into vases in the kitchen. Some flowers last a long time and it seemed like a waste to just leave them in a bin in the corner of a room. It is sad to see them start to droop and wither – roses are the first to go but I’ve got carnations I bought the week of the wedding for the house and they are still going!! There may even be some that last till we get back from vacation. We’ll see.

6. Finally, yesterday, the dilemmas about packing for said trip. I think I packed more than I ever have for any trip, even my 2 week solo trip to the UK. It’s ridiculous!

I think that’s it. If I could just chill out, that would be great. I know myself too well though. I know all day today I’m going to be getting more and more anxious about flying. It’s a good thing it’s happening like before the sun comes up tomorrow so that my day-of freak out will not be so bad. I’ve already had too many thoughts of the plane crashing and me being “Cast Away” in the Pacific ocean. My Stupid brain is so dumb.

Anyway.. next time I’m checking in it will probably be either while I’m en-route to my long awaited honeymoon destination or from the little resort we are staying at.

It’s gonna be great to just relax and go on some awesome adventures and see some really cool stuff. Not to mention some straight up, much needed one on one snuggle time with my husband.

There!! I said it again!! ‼️❤️‼️

Ok party people.. I think that’s it for this Sunday. Be kind to each other.

Peace,

~Miss SugarCookie

2020-02-06 A Serious Reality Check

Spoiler Alert… It’s not all rainbows and butterflies (though I’ve had a lot of both very recently).

There is a story that most of us are taught, about life. A story that starts with beautiful beginnings and continues to wind its way through a path of happiness and wonderful moments. We are told that if we do everything right, life will be full and satisfying. It’s true, but as we also learn, through the act of living out that life, that it comes with ups and downs and bumps and bruises. I’ve spent a fair bit of time these last few days trying to balance out the way I am feeling. I’ve got mixed emotions and I’m trying to reconcile my grumpy mood and the empty/lost feeling that I’ve been having. I should still be riding on high from the celebrations this past weekend. But I’’m not.. It is quite the opposite. Though I’m still getting so much love and well wishes from people (mostly social media because I posted pictures of our day), it feels fabricated. Like, only one side of things is visible.

I need to take a little time and step through the days – not the Wedding, or parties, or all the things leading up to that (which I should also do), but what has happened after. Rewind to last Sunday at 3PM. Picture this…

The bride, standing at the bar with a drink in her hand having a conversation with a friend. There’s a small plate with a half eaten piece of cake and two macaroon cookies positioned on the bar next to her and several family members close by. She glances around and notices that people, most notably the man that she has just married, are scrambling around the room collecting decorations. Him and his children and a few others are dumping water from vases and putting flowers back into the bin she so carefully filled and carried and used the day before to decorate the space. What’s she thinking?

“What the hell is going on? Why are they doing that?” She looks at the plate with the cake and around the room again and then lifts her left wrist to look at her watch. Only she’s not wearing it because it’s her wedding day and she wore a bracelet instead. “What time is it?” She asks her friend.

“About 3PM” is the reply.

“Already?” Yes, already. A horrible feeling washes over her. It’s all over and what now? She had not thought much about this moment, other than wondering how she would feel. She looks at the cake again.

This is what I remember. Of all the things to remember from the last time, this is the same. I didn’t get to enjoy my own cake and I didn’t get to really talk to the people who came to support me because it all goes too fast. And then people rush around to clean up, and I’m all like “hey, but I’m just getting started”. Of course, I kicked into gear and started helping clean up too, because that’s what I do (and I wanted to make sure certain details were not missed).

An hour later all the stuff has been dumped in a room off of the garage in the house and we’ve changed out of our Wedding best and are sitting in the living room. We realize one of the cats is missing. We start to look for her. She’s nowhere to be found.

We spent what was left of the afternoon searching and even thinking she got out of the house somehow. Jim and Z and I walked the neighborhood calling to her and I carried food in a food dish, clanking it as I walked (as that is how I used to get her to come to the door when she went outside at my old house). This is not how this afternoon was supposed to go.. we were nervous and worried and thinking if she did get out, she could be long gone. She’s not used to this neighborhood, she has never been outside the house here. It was a terrible sinking feeling.

Several hours later the sun is down and we are back in the living room on the couch. The kids have retreated to their rooms and the mood is low. Jim has childhood trauma from a lost pet, and I’ve had several scares in my life to reflect upon. How do we even proceed with our day/evening. We should be happy and celebrating and falling into each others arms. We sit with anxiety and share our stories.

Jim goes to do a few chores as we had not yet had time to address the aftermath of the party at our house the night before. In the midst of doing that, he spots the cat slinking down the hallway. We have no earthly idea where she could have been sleeping that we did not find her but all of a sudden, there she was. We were elated and relieved. It was all so overwhelming it was like I had not exhaled for hours. All of a sudden, there we were in the kitchen and I was just sobbing uncontrollably. How could it all be over? How could this be happening? What now?

We continued to clean like it was a regular day after a party and I was already checking social media for pictures of events. That is when I started to feel a bigger let-down. I wanted to share the news of our day with the world, yet, I didn’t have any pictures. I wanted to keep the party going, but that’s not how it works. We had a few good snaps from friends and I posted the “life event” on FB.

1 day after (Monday), Jim goes back to work and the kids go back to school and it’s like nothing ever happened. Except that I have more cleaning up to do. I spend the morning sorting through the pile of decorations and vases and boxes to put some stuff away. I solicited for more pictures and kept my eye on FB for comments and other people’s posts. I had coffee and a chat with my friend Sarah who was still in town and that was really great, and felt like the best conversation I had all weekend. I guess I’m just better at one on one interaction (or at least that is what I prefer).

2 days after (Tuesday), Jim is at work and the kids are at school again. I space off my 10AM work meeting and spend the morning sorting through the party trash cans and separate the recycling from the trash, rinsing out glass and plastic. The kitchen smells like alcohol and I notice it is getting cold. By 4PM, I realize the furnace is not working. I’m exhausted and have not slept well for several nights.

3 days after (Wednesday), the living room and kitchen are cold and none of my troubleshooting efforts have paid off. I take one of the cars in for its regularly scheduled maintenance checks. I continue to obsess over pictures and frantically put together a scrap book of all the paper artifacts from the weekend, as if my life depended on it. I troll social media for more comments and post some of the pictures I’ve received of our big event. When Jim comes home from work, he looks at the furnace and we decide to call a service tech. I finally get my period (I had been spotting for about 7 days straight), and begin having bad stomach pains, which is not normal.

It is now Thursday, 4 days after, and the service tech has been and gone and the house is slowly warming up. Jim is at work of course and the kids are at school and I’m finally getting to sit down and really write what is on my mind. I’ve got a lunch meet-up today with a friend who was not at the wedding and plans later to grab a drink with my other friend who was. It feels very much like back to business as usual. But again, it’s strange because I’m not ready for it to be over.

You know, you work for weeks and months to plan something and when it is over and done, there is an emptiness that happens. I know I’m happy because I feel happy, and I am looking forward to lots of future stuff, but it’s like I’m so sad it’s gone. I thought I would feel relief. I thought I would be happy to get back to “normal life,” but I’m just not. I’m just sad.

Some of the flowers are in vases in the kitchen and they are starting to droop and wither. Soon, they will be too far gone and I’ll have to pitch them into the trash. That’s depressing.

For all the wonderful things and for all the happy moments, there is a balancing act that takes place. An equal and opposite feeling, a yin to the yang, a low to match the high. I’m definitely experiencing that. I don’t want to dwell on the negative, but I can’t ignore it either. It’s just a part of the big picture.

I have more to say, of course, but I’ve already gone on too long today. If you are still with me, thanks for reading. I’m going to try and break away from this funk today and just start enjoying married life. Married life??!!! I wonder what that’s like?!

Cheers through all the laughter and tears,

~Miss SugarCookie

2019-12-30 MFA Res Day 2 – On Music and Magic and Math

The song “Straighter Pilot” by Snow Patrol was in my head when I woke up. It’s not one of their more popular songs. It’s kinda quirky and kinda nerdy and truly atypical compared to the rest of their body of work.

It’s a good reminder of what you can do with the freedom that comes with success. Maybe success is not the right word. Maybe it’s experience. You do a thing long enough, you are bound to gain acclaim, or at least a reputation. That history, that putting in the time, is like building credit up in the bank of life. You earn the right to flip a script or two. Perhaps it’s less about earning the right as it is acquiring a sense of not giving a fuck. “I’ve done all that you asked of me, and now I’m going to do what I damn well please.”

I’m as sure about that phenomenon with my own life as I am that it probably has nothing to do with the composition and execution of Starfighter Pilot. Things are often not what they appear and you don’t ever really know. No person can be in the head of any other person (thank the universe).

That last bit was part of the intro to a lecture I went to yesterday which turned out to be a discussion about the difference between speculative thinking and writing and magical thinking and writing. It was a fascinating lecture and it concluded with the person giving the lecture using his own story as an example. It left me teary. Not a surprise.

I became teary a couple times yesterday. No full-on crying, but it’s there, somewhere inside building it’s gumption and energy. A sticky ball rolling and picking up artifacts as it goes. It started as a little walnut and now it’s got tinfoil and bits of umbrella stuck to it and it’s about the size of a tennis ball. It’s lodged somewhere deep in my body cavity at the moment. No where near my heart or my throat. Its nestled next to my spleen, teetering back and forth with indecision and mounting momentum. It’s preparing to begin rolling again. A thing that’s as inevitable as the sun rising.

I will say, it’s nice here, with the sun still sleeping and this reliable treadmill. I guess that’s what I mean about balance. There has to be sleep and a return to center to counter what happens with the unpredictability of every day.

I suppose one theory about why people I’m centuries past didn’t live as long as they do I’m today’s day and age. When there’s so much volatility around just acquiring basic needs.. sleep, food, shelter, the body and mind have no time to reset and that ages a person pretty rapidly. Modern medicine plays in of course, but I think balance it the bigger factor by a wide margin.

There’s acute occurrences that can now be overcome, but life is long. The chronic condition of being human is what we have to live with from the day we are born.

Right now the shuffle (which I’ve invited the Universe to dictate for my time here) is feeding Taylor Swift’s “Welcome to New York”. Now there’s an artist with so much experience and talent that she’s able to re-invent herself again and again AND find success. An extraordinary example of an artist that has it figured out.

It feels as though there must be some equation that translates the speculative into the magical. What, oh what, are the variables and constants? What are the multipliers and factors that subtract? Does one approach it with the FOIL method or as a proof? Is it largely geometric or does algebra take over? Can it be elementary or does one need to grasp quantum physics to crack the code and unravel the mystery?

Perhaps the secret is in the letting go of expectations. That sounds like a task of which I’m completely capable of doing. Im going to roll with that.

Speaking of rolling, the sun is about to come up and that ball inside me is gearing up for the day. My hour is up anyway.

Balance + Experience + Being Open = Magic and Longevity

~Miss SugarCookie

2019-12-10 Miss GingerSnap Speaks Her Mind

This might end up making me sound like a person with a multiple personality disorder but I was inspired to “try on” some different cookies by my friend Michelle. So from now until Christmas (or the end of the year), I’m going to be a different cookie every day. Yay!!! 😃

***

Yesterday I had an interview with Nebraska Poet Amy Plettner who has two books and a select number of other poems in print. One of the questions I asked her was what her favorite part of the day is. An atypical question but my goal was not to be typical and asking different questions is one way to open a conversation to unexpected topics.

She had two answers. First thing in the morning before the sun comes up, alone with her writing and during sunset on her ranch which has an unobstructed view of rolling hills and prairie grass. It’s one of the last places in Nebraska that the earth has not been plowed or paved. I can’t imagine waking up and falling asleep to that every day. As a fellow sunrise/sunset lover, I’m sure it’s amazing. Yet…

Is it?

I could not imagine falling asleep and waking up everyday in a mystical mansion that is part fun-house, part fish and bird and cat sanctuary, part botanical paradise, and part summer resort. Yet… here I am. It was An unlikely development in the grand SugarCookie adventure for sure, but now that it’s my reality, am I able to get used to it?

The answer is not quite. There are a few different threads of thought that my mind is going back and forth on.

My friend Amy (not the author) came here one day for lunch during summer and we sat out by the pool and ate and talked. Our legs dangling calf deep into the water she asks “do you just come sit out here every day and enjoy it?” My answer was no. “Why not?” She asked.

The short answer has to do with the amount of work that’s always needed elsewhere. I think it’s a thing that people understand on some level if they have been here but perhaps not really. And then there’s guilt. A huge amount of guilt which I can’t even explain. And then it’s just me. It’s not my personality to just sit and “enjoy” a moment. Believe me.. I wish it was, but my mind never rests and sitting with a coffee on the patio off the master bedroom listening to the wind chimes and staring at the statues in the courtyard sounds magical but I just can’t.

All I see is crumbling brick-work and yard work that’s falling behind and windows needing cleaned. All I hear is the sound in my brain cycling through a checklist of tasks leading up to the next big thing and all that’s to get done in a day. Not to mention the part where I’m about to commit myself to this life and a partner who will never have me as his number one priority unless we’re on vacation alone. I’m not even in the top 5, honestly, and what the hell am I supposed to do with that?

What else? The last time I saw my friend Barb, who I have known for 20 years, it was at a Greek festival she invited me and Jim to join her and her husband at. She’s been to my new house once and after that night, she said she “didn’t think she knew me anymore.” The invite to the Greek festival made me hopeful, but since then she’s not responding to my text or phone calls. At all. Not one reply.

Jim says to let it go. To give it Time. To wait and see if they RSVP for the wedding. To wait to see if they show up. Really? Ok. I know people will think things and judge me/us but it’s not like I planned to fall for a doctor that lives in a house that is literally 4 times as big as the house I owned before. It’s also not like I don’t somehow, with the balance in the Universe, deserve all this after the shit that I’ve been through. Really!!!

And shit I’m still going through. My ex and his financial and life delinquency. His terrible parenting decisions and my son texting me on Saturday night at 2am wanting me to come get him. And then two days later calling me asking for favors that will save him hundreds of dollars on car insurance. I want to scream “I’m not fucking Geiko”.. suck it up and pay for your daughter to be on your policy (she’s already on mine).

No matter. That does not change anything and has no bearing on where I live and how. It’s always been this way and it will always be with that one. What an idiot!!

Good gravy .. it sounds like I’m having a huge pity party and that’s not what I intended, but how on earth do you get over winning the lottery and having people, especially those you care about, having ill feelings toward you?

I don’t want to let go. I’m sick of letting go in life. I want to hold on tight to every person and sunrise and sunset AND actually enjoy my damn self once and a while. Would I trade this person I have found for a simpler existence? Ohhhh my. Please don’t ask me that on day 25 of my cycle. Please wait about 7 days and then ask.

***

The interview yesterday went well. Amy was great and she’s a pretty unique soul for sure. As the interviewer and the person whose job is to listen, I alone have a sense for the similarities and differences in our lives. I’m supposed to be writing a book review of her book “Points of Entry” for class, and I suppose I’ve got more insight now, but still don’t feel worthy or that I will be able to do it justice. I’m also sort of over all these assignments. I’m ready for the semester to be over. One more week!

That’s probably enough wild wandering for this cookie today. I guess the Ginger Snap is just full of snappy ginger spice! 😉

Peace,

~Miss GingerSnap

2019-11-17 Pick a Card – Any Card ♦️ ♥️ ♠️ ♣️

It is Sunday but I probably won’t have sushi. Just hasn’t been in the cards for me lately. It does sound amazing right now, prolly cuz I’m hungry and also cuz 🍣 Sushi is the bomb 💣.

By now you can probably tell I’m not in a writing mood. I’m not really in any sort of mood except for a hungry one. And perhaps cold cuz we just came in from hanging more Christmas 🎄 lights on the house 🏠. I mean 🏰 castle.

We’re not quite done but when you’re hands start to go numb that means it’s time to stop. It’s supposed to be above average temps a few days this week.. possibly 60 degrees on Tuesday and that sounds good to me. Hopefully We can finish the lights that evening before it gets dark. It gets dark so early now.

What else?…

***

Yesterday was a hell of a day. A real doozie. It started with me waking at 5am. What the hell. Saturday and I can’t even sleep. There’s got to be something wrong with me. I digress.

5:30am and I decide to finish the poetry book that is due to be read by class on Monday. Little did I know the second half of this book is all about this guys divorce, or more specifically the downward spiral of a relationship and a life. Which by itself, I suppose I could handle. But with the pms and.. AND.. the fact that Jim and I have been going through stacks of pictures to put together a slide show for our wedding. Seeing all those pics of my “happy” life, you know years before my marriage went into the toilet, was just emotional.

But wait.. there’s more. At about 8am I decide to visit the birds and feed the fish and found our newest finch upside down and stiff in his water dish. There’s a whole story behind our acquisition of Ringo, needless to say, I’ve been really at an emotional breaking point all week.

So that was the start of my Saturday and the weekend. It has been, thankfully, up-hill since then. I mean, I got through all the picture sorting and will not ever have to do that kind of a sort through again. We have another new bird now, because Zebra Finches are social birds and should always be kept in at least pairs.

I dunno… I don’t really want to write any more and didn’t even intend to start all that but perhaps it is therapeutic to get it out. Or at least start to process. What I think is that I have a whole lot more processing to do and I haven’t completely processed through everything that happened last week.

In any case, it’s time to go check the status of kids and homework. Hopefully I don’t have to crack any whips. I’m really, really not in the mood for that.

☯️,

~Miss SugarCookie