Random, haphazard, disjointed thoughts.
I'm mostly just talking to myself, hardly considering the remote prospect of occasional interlopers stopping by to secretly eavesdrop.....
Welcome to winter. The Winter Solstice occurred last Monday (the 21st, I think). The days are extremely short. The sun rises just before 7:00 am and it's completely dark by 4:30. These final days of December are frantically pulsing towards another year.
I'm dreading the new year. My life is presently tainted with so many serious problems that I'm completely overwhelmed. Problems that I wouldn't dare mention on a public blog.
Yesterday morning I was so stressed that I had a violent dizzy spell and collapsed by the side of my bed. Thought I was dying. Thought no one will find my remains in this godforsaken place for fifty years.
No need for alarm. I've been through far worse things than this and survived. I've been in Survival Mode most of my life.
When I moved to rural Tennessee I thought my life would be blessedly simple and uncomplicated. Ironically, it's become a resounding facsimile of Hell.
Old Chinese proverb:
Be careful what you wish for.......
But nobody wants to hear depressing things. After all, this is a wonderful time of year - filled with sugarplums, candy canes, and tidings of great joy.
In your dreams, comrade, in your dreams.
I drove to town last Monday (Winter Solstice).
Is it my imagination, or are things more expensive since the onslaught of the pandemic? Everything seems higher-priced.
Some of the shelves were empty in Walmart. The Christmas aisle which has candy and cookies was completely empty. Nothing left - not even a gumdrop.
And spooky masked people were haunting the empty toilet paper aisle, desperately searching for a coveted scrap of paper.
The world is beyond insane.
I was shocked when I went to the local supermarket. They were completely out of milk. I had to settle for an old carton of 2 per cent milk. I HATE 2 per cent milk. It's like drinking water.
I bought some egg nog. And oranges and apples. Happy Holidays!
If nothing else, I now have a surplus of food and supplies. And just in time. The temperature is supposed to drop drastically on Christmas Eve and snow is predicted.
A white Christmas??
The photo at the top of this post was taken yesterday. A cold, feeble winter sun timidly lurking behind naked forest trees.
And every morning is obscured by thick shrouds of fog. I never tire of watching it.....
....but the eternal dampness is bitterly brutal - penetrating the marrow of my shivering bones.
Every night, after midnight, the coyotes come around like clockwork - - screaming, wailing, and lamenting with taunting, ghoulish cries.
And restless owls have secret conversations in nearby trees.
If nothing else, I love the ambience of the winter forest nights.
Meanwhile my two cats are savoring the electric blanket on my bed. I took this photo because it's rare to see them together. They tolerate each other nicely, but aren't exactly in love. Kitzee (on the left) never fails to remind Bosco that she's the boss.
It's no secret that I'm a tea addict. The other night I made a huge mug of Earl Grey tea, with honey and condensed milk. Before I could take a sip, I knocked the entire mug over and it doused the kitchen table and my laptop computer. Fortunately no permanent damage to the laptop.
That same night, Kitzee the cat puked in my lap....
and I stepped barefooted on a dead mouse that was killed by Bosco.
(actually I was wearing socks but no shoes)
Have I said enough? Hopefully my interlopers and eavesdroppers aren't bored.
I'm still deciding whether I should discontinue this blog by the end of the year,
Blogging used to be a pleasant diversion. Lately it's become an annoying chore;.
But I plod on.
I'll write more on Xmas Eve.
