Some Thoughts About Motivation

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I am, as Carrie Fisher used to say about herself, an over-sharer. I have been jokingly referred to as, the Queen of T.M.I. I share liberally and personally. I process out loud, frequently about my health issues, how I wrestle with depression, anxiety and PTSD, abuse I have taken the brunt of, family, life experiences.

Sometimes people balk or take offense at this. They tell me it’s too personal, that I should keep it to myself, that what I share is inappropriate for Facebook or a blog. This used to be something that occurred more frequently. But now, I think the people who were offended have gotten used to it, given up or it’s just finally sunk in, why it is appropriate.

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I do it for me.

I learned a long time ago that returning the shame to the person it actually belongs to, means no more secrets and no more silence. I don’t have to name names, but speaking about my experience out loud makes it real, makes it less painful and it means I am no longer a conspirator. I separate myself from the person who put me through the trauma and become the person surviving it. Why should I be ashamed for what was done to me (or for the resulting life issues) or worry about embarrassing the perpetrator? I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed and embarrassed about. That shame belongs to them!

And when I do this for myself, I am also doing it for others; as support for those who have been through or felt similar things and also to bring awareness and help those who haven’t been through these traumas to understand.

Much of this is also the motivation for my project, The Empress Dammit, which is a definitely a rough work in progress, and deals with how I started to finally build healthy self-esteem, post age Forty.

A lot of strangers run across things I have written and respond favorably. Lately, I’ve been trying to get more of my personal friends, especially those that have said they appreciate my writing, to follow my writing blog. I think it will motivate me both to write more and to actually post it.

Tonight, I was going through past posts and saw something I posted that underscores all of the reasons for why I do this. There have been people in my life that I will never meet that have saved my life with their art, with their openness and with their shared experiences and feelings that mirror my own. Two people I can think of, immediately are Amanda Palmer and Carrie Fisher. If I can move someone, make them laugh, make them aware that they are not alone, that even if they are damaged that their voice, experience and their very SELF is VALID, then it was all worth it.  

So, here is the post, from a couple of years ago; I can’t recall what post the comment was in response to. :

YES THIS! This is why I air out all this “private,” painful, embarrassing stuff. This is why I blog and this is why it’s worth it. When I get comments like this from readers who are absolute strangers that touch me to tears of my own:

” I am very literally crying as I type. I very desperately needed to read this and see my experience put in someone else’s words (so much validation for so many things). I honestly felt my skin crawl reading your experience. In all seriousnesss, it matched my own so closely that I felt irrationally paranoid…still am a little…Regardless, thank you. Thank you so damn much. May I please share this? “

I hate so many things about the life I have had. It hurt and still hurts so much.
At the same time it is a huge blessing, it is a valuable tool to help others and I am so filled with gratitude.

I guess we are all seeking motivation from without and from within. I write, largely, because I have to get it out. If I don’t, it hurts. That goes for the personal content as much as the poetry, stories and other creative bits. But, that internal motivation is not enough for me. Motivation is usually a good thing. It isn’t always pleasant and it’s not guaranteed to make things easier, but it is a tool that can help you do things that give your life purpose and make it both meaningful and satisfying. At least that’s true for me. When I get a response or a message, even a “like” on a post on Facebook, it lets me know I’m not alone out there. My words have reached someone. And I know for every person that lets me know they read something, there is probably at least one person who read and didn’t leave any clues behind. Dare I hope more than one?

Thanks to those who like, follow, message and comment. Thanks for motivating me to make more content.

Cheers!

 

Aphrodite Sneakers

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Aphrodite Sneakers

When life gives you ugly
Throw back a little sparkle
You were never meant to hold
The hand you were dealt forever
Play your cards right
Lay them down on the table and walk away
Pick up an electric colored daisy
Pull it’s petals one by one while you say
I am mine and I am free

When the sun casts a shadow
Put on your bright red shoes
Dance in the pitch black night of day
Like you’re the only one watching
Make it up as you go along
That’s what everyone else is doing
They just won’t admit it
When you make it up as you go along
There is no wrong way

We’re all afraid of the big bad wolf
Who is really just a stray dog
Howling for a warm lap
And a soft hand to rub his ears
When life hands you a blustery chill
Make it a pot of cinnamon tea
Offer an ear for the sorrows
And a genuine compliment
Why, your frost shines like diamonds!

Everyone rages and everyone sleeps
Everyone dreams about being naked
And everyone is blind sometimes
Some are blind to their blindness
But we see more clearly
When we accept our myopia
If life hands you a mirror
Say, Thank You
Even if it hurts to look, especially if it hurts

If life tickles your funny bone
Milk that for all it’s worth
Drink up
That amazing medicine
It can carry you miles
And miles and miles and miles
If you happen to step in shit
Scrape your shoe off in a garden
You can stop and smell the roses while you feed them.

When life gives me ugly
I throw on my red shoes
My Aphrodite Sneakers
I put something shiny next to the rough, plain ground
And I put one flash of rhinestone stars
In front of the other
And I walk in beauty
Knowing her secret
There’s so much beauty, beneath the ugliness of life

-LM 2017

A Lifetime of Collected Boo Boos.

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I’ve been really sick for a while, too sick to write or do much of anything. I’m finally starting to rebound so I figured, this might be an appropriate topic.


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Here is a list of some of the injuries and illnesses I have had over the course of my life. Some of them are funny, some are violent or gross. Believe it or not, even though some of these things sound terrible, they have elicited big laughs when shared socially. And the bottom line is, I am tough. I SURVIVED all this so none of it depresses me. The consensus seems to be that many of my past pitfalls are interesting.

The list came about in the spirit of several things going about on social media; FIFTEEN are true, THREE I made up. Can you guess which ones?


1) I had pink eye, exactly once as a child. I was so squeamish about having the ointment squirted in my eyes that when threats of violence failed, my folks paid me a quarter to hold still every time they gave me a dose.

2) Most of my injuries are embarrassing. My clumsiness is LEGENDARY! Once, I was walking into my bedroom and was startled by the doorbell. I turned my head real fast and broke my nose.

3) It takes a lot to get me to go to the doctor or stop what I’m doing when I get hurt. I had a heart attack a couple years back, but didn’t know that’s what it was, so I just kept going and found out some time later what had happened. (I am fine, my heart is really good now) 🙂

4) I’ve had whiplash several times, from three separate car accidents over a period of 10 years or so. Each car accident I was stopped at a red light or a stop sign when I was hit and I was driving a white car. Since I quit driving white cars I can’t say I’ve had no accidents but I haven’t been in a rear end collision.

5) The worst car accident I was ever in was when a drunk driver hit me while I was with friends driving between Fresno and my home town in dense winter tule fog. The friend that was behind the wheel of the car I was in was driving too fast, but the other guy hit us so hard that I went flying through the windshield. If a cop hadn’t been on the same road about the same time. I might have died. I was told I was lucky I wasn’t decapitated.

6) I have had a lot of cuts during the course of my life. The only time I ever bothered to get stitches was after opening a can of Whiskas cat food, the kind with the pull tab. It stuck and when I forced it my hand slipped and it completely sliced through the web of my hand all the way up to the meat of it. I finished feeding the cats, went to emergency where I waited for hours in a room with a guy who had been jumped on the street and beaten. He was moaning and crying. Later, the ER doctor whose stitching was so good, I barely have a scar, bought a pair of glasses from me (this was in my optician days)  and invited me along on a road trip. He was moving to Alaska. I will always regret that I didn’t just go!


7) For a few years, while living in Fresno, I was plagued by ear infections. I had a chronic staph infection in my ear that was resistant to medicine and my doctors were afraid I would lose my hearing and that it might get to my brain and kill me. I did have some hearing loss from it, but obviously, I survived. Once, a doctor tried to clean my ear during another painful infection. I involuntarily slapped him because it hurt so bad. I was once dating this guy who lived half the year in Yosemite and did things like show up when I was home sick in Fresno and say, “We’re on our way to San Francisco. You have 10 minutes to decide if you want to go.” So, I decided and went to San Francisco with a horrible ear infection. I slept on the floor with strangers in a house in the Haight, saw my first girl with furry unshaved legs and had my first Irish Coffee at Tommy’s Joynt. It was miserable and awesome. I haven’t had an ear infection since moving to the bay area.

8) Boyfriends have broken more than my heart over the years. Besides the clumsy boyfriend who broke my toe, merely by stepping on it, I once had a boyfriend who dislocated my jaw in anger because he was upset that he couldn’t punch the person who had raped me. Yeah, makes so much sense, right? I got chlamydia from a boyfriend who cheated on me with a catalog model. And when I had my wisdom teeth removed a well meaning boyfriend put chicken fettuccine in a blender so I could drink it. It didn’t cause me injury, but it hurt all the same. Soooo wrong.  I got a concussion after an ex slammed my head against my own front door multiple times. The attack also left marks where you could make out the shape of his fingers around my throat. He tried to convince a judge that I did this to myself. Many of his friends chose, and probably still believe his story that I am a psycho, who made this up and duped a judge into to giving me a restraining order so he couldn’t go to concerts for fear of going to jail. On a lighter note, my hair once caught on fire while I was making whoopie. We put my hair out, moved the candle and resumed what we was doing. It was worth it. Before that, I had no idea how bad burnt hair smells or how long it takes to get the smell to go away! (Unbeknownst to me, at the same time, my house caught fire and miraculously, the fire went out on its own.)

9) My sister got mad because I got tired of her “borrowing” my clothes and put a lock on my door. It’s the only time I have ever been in a physical fight. She jumped on top of me, punched me and chipped my tooth. I grabbed her in the crotch and called my big brother to rescue me. After all this time, it’s actually sort of a funny memory. In her defense she was doing a lot of coke and crank at the time.

10) Speaking of my sister; one time I was walking her family dog, a big doofy Golden retriever, named, Jeffrey. Jeffrey saw another dog and dragged me across the park. The leash constricted around my fingers and mangled my pinkie. Even though it resembled a little cocktail shrimp, my sister was convinced the finger was merely dislocated and yanked it hard. When I started screaming in pain she took me to the hospital where much to her embarrassment we found out it was broken in three places. After healing and physical therapy, I still could not make a fist or put any pressure on it to say, play piano or guitar chords. Recently, after nearly 30 years, a dog I was walking pulled really hard and my pinkie snapped. I can make a fist now and exert a bit of pressure with it.

11) Finger injuries aside, I am the queen of foot injuries, which should be appropriate since I am a Pisces, right? It’s no surprise that when my neuropathy symptoms appeared, they started in my feet.  I have broken nearly every toe. One time, as I mentioned previously,  a boyfriend simply stepped on my foot the wrong way and broke a toe. Several times because I just walked into some piece of furniture and rather than just stub a toe, it would break. The most spectacular toe break, was when I broke a big toe coming down a client’s stairs in the dark. I thought I was stepping off the bottom step, but actually had three more to go. I came straight down on the tip of my toe with all my weight. My ankle twisted so badly that I couldn’t move for a good ten minutes. I thought I had broken it too, but it was just my big toe that was pulverized. One time I actually did have an ankle fracture and I had a gig. I took my splint off, ace bandaged the hell out of it, took extra codeine and shoved it into my high heeled boots. I made it through the gig, running around stage being metal, more from adrenaline than from the drugs. Afterward, I collapsed. My foot was so swollen we thought we were going to have to cut my boot off. But hell no! I loved those boots so I elevated my foot for something like six or seven hours with ice packs wrapped around it until I was finally able to ease that boot off. I did my next two gigs barefoot and was more sedate.


12) One time I was doing a show and the guitar player went down on his knees, skidding across the stage and knocked me clean off of it. I pretended it was part of the act and kept going even though it turned out later I’d twisted my ankle and bruised myself up pretty badly. People talked about how cool that stunt was for a long time. If only they knew.


13) Every time I have broken a bone, I have known it was broken immediately, but my family has always had a tendency to not believe me. Maybe because I tend to break bones with what seems like low impact situations versus more dramatic scenarios where it seems like I should have broken something, I walk away relatively unscathed. When I was in the fourth grade, I broke my arm in a really weird way. I got into trouble for running late for school and my dad was chasing me to give me a beating. We had swivel chairs in our dining room that had a base with four prongs that stuck out. I caught my foot on one as I dashed around the table in fear of my red faced, bellowing father and hit the floor. Since according to him, nothing was wrong with me, I had to go to school. But the school nurse thought I was hurt so he took me to the local hospital where they decided I’d only sprained it and put my arm in a sling. Not long after I had an appointment with my pediatrician in Fresno. Can you move your arm without pain? NO! Can you lift your arm? NO. He took my arm and lifted it up. It just fell to my side. I had no muscle control. He asked, Has her arm been XRayed? NOPE. He orders XRays. SURPRISE! It’s a really nasty fracture! Oh the parental guilt!

13) I have a tendency to not be picky about food temperatures and I don’t like very cold or steaming hot food and drink. But I have learned my lesson about things being thoroughly cooked or heated thanks to food poisoning. I have had food poisoning severe enough to go to the hospital twice and I remember exactly where I ate each time. When I was a teenager, my mom took me to Marie Callender’s in Fresno, one of our favorite places. I had quiche and it was not very warm when it arrived but I didn’t complain. In the middle of the night I woke up in such extreme stomach pain I couldn’t stand and I couldn’t call for help. I had a phone in my room and I actually had to call my parents on it and whisper my distress. It was salmonella. At the hospital, they kept trying to treat the nausea even though I kept telling them I wasn’t nauseated, I was just in pain because my stomach would not stop cramping. That was horrible. Also horrible was the time I ate at Wendy’s and got e coli poisoning. It’s possible, I got the bacteria from somewhere else, but Wendy’s was the last thing I ate before I got sick and I have not eaten at Wendy’s since.  I was housesitting at the time and I was so sick, I couldn’t walk the dog, I had to just leave the back door open to give her yard access. It was so bad I spent the better part of three days in their bathroom. The floors were terra cotta and I just lay on them. They were so wonderfully cool. When I was able to get up and clean myself up, I went to the hospital. I wouldn’t let them admit me because I was still taking care of the dog so I had to go in daily for several IV fluid treatments because of the dehydration. Luckily, I got well enough that I was able to clean up all my mess from being sick before they came home.

14) Other clumsy injuries I have had include slipping on stairs outside an apartment, landing on my tailbone and bruising it badly on two separate occasions and falling backwards off a ladder and fracturing my sacrum. Once I reached into the trash to pull out shards of glass from a broken photo frame because I realized I probably should have put them in a paper bag first so that they wouldn’t puncture the trash bag and hurt someone. However, in doing this I ended up with a triangle of glass the size of a slice of pie puncturing my hand. The point went in far enough that it just stuck up out of my hand, firmly embedded. I heard it go in before I felt it and the sound effect was pretty much like sound effect on TV and movies when someone gets stabbed. Gross.

15) Despite working with animals, I’ve actually come out fairly unscathed. I’ve only had two dog bites. Once when I was holding an antisocial chihuahua and someone came up to pet her. She bit my lip and severed a nerve. It took several years before I got feeling back. The other was when a client didn’t have a firm hold on their vicious dog and she surprised us all by getting loose and hitting me like a 70# rocket. She tore my shirt and bit through my jeans twice, but because they had spandex in them, they didn’t tear so I had no idea how bad the injuries were or that she had even broken the skin and I told my clients I was fine and stayed for the rest of the visit, about an hour. When I got home, I discovered bloody bites and big bruises on my thigh and groin. No, I didn’t sue. Yes, they replaced my tee shirt.

16) I’ve also had cat bites so severe that my fingers and fingernails were punctured. Once, a couple brought their fractious cat, who several vets had refused to see after bad experiences, into the vet I worked at without telling us their cat was vicious. The cat was really sick and docile when I took him out of the carrier but when I tried to weigh him, he went berserk. He bit me, then had a seizure and died. I went to the emergency room where they tried to irrigate the wounds and flat out told me, you need serious antibiotics! This is going to get infected. This is really bad! I told them, yeah? Well, you should see what happened to the other guy. He’s dead. My boss wanted to avoid a worker’s comp claim and she didn’t want to pay for the antibiotics so I took the dog version and to get the correct dose I had to take a lot of extra pills. Another time I brought a cat who had had a leg amputated home to convalesce. I had her set up beside my bed. Her pain meds wore off and she started thrashing around in the middle of the night. I reached for the lamp, but she’d knocked it over. She caught my hand and arm as I groped in the dark and latched on, kicking and biting hard. I got the light on, went to the bathroom cleaned up all the blood and bandaged myself as well as I could. When I came back to my bedroom, she blinked at me earnestly as if to say, I don’t know what tried to attack me in the dark, but boy am I glad to see you! More antibiotics for me. She healed up nicely and went to a wonderful home.

17) I joke that my cat tried to viciously murder my face once, but oh maybe 15 years ago, I was lucky enough to pet a tiger at the zoo who was in the on site hospital going under anesthesia to get his teeth cleaned. He flailed while he was “asleep” and I am the proud wearer of a scar from being sleep mauled by a tiger!


18) The most glorious and ridiculous way my sister managed to get me injured was, once when we were out camping and tramping around in nature, we hiked down to a small beach. I had a backpack which had held our picnic lunch, and afterwards, she convinced me to let her pack it full of shells, driftwood and rocks. We lost track of time and the tide had started coming in which was cutting off the path we had taken down to the beach so basically we had to scramble up a cliff. I got about 20 feet up when I could feel myself peeling away from the rock because of the weight on my back. I lost my grip and fell backwards all the way down to the beach below. Thankfully, I did not hit my head, but I did land on my back on top of the backpack full of lumpy, pokey, hard objects. I had the wind knocked out of me, but no limbs were broken and the tide was coming in so I had no choice but to attempt the climb again, yes with the backpack strapped to the front of me, still full of rocks. It was hard to tell my sister, no. Six bruised ribs, no broken bones. Amazing.

I am a walking boo boo factory so I have more stories, but I think these are the most flamboyant. Can you guess the ones I made up? You won’t win a prize but I’d love to see your guesses.

Be well.

Tunnel Vision

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The first few lines of this song popped in my head one night while I was driving. This happens a lot. Sometimes I get on a tear and I have to pull over to write things down. Sometimes using the recorder on my phone is manageable. Other times I have to keep repeating things while I drive and hope I don’t come up with one lie too many and forget it. Tunnel Vision started as a little fragment that grew when I picked it up a few weeks later. Then I tucked it away and forgot about it. I came across it recently and fleshed it out.
I haven’t got someone to work out the music with but I do have a working melody, but it’s not easy for me to sing right now so I’ll wait to record it. My voice sounds alien to me. I suffer from a condition called vasomotor rhinitis and it has made it nearly impossible for me to sing for several months. Sometimes I can’t even croak out an octave. 
I suppose a lot of my stuff is moody, brooding or gloomy. Intense things just tend to inspire me more. And usually, words just pop into my head, like this one. I didn’t set out to write a song about an obsessive or smothering relationship. I think there are parts of this that are rooted in a relationship I had no business attempting but it sparked a lot of creative work and I can’t complain about that! The song does end on a hopeful note, swapping someone else’s narrow vision for the wide, clear, free expanse of blue sky. Yes, there’s a metaphor there. There’s a lot of symbolism in this song for you to work out in a way that’s meaningful to you someday. 

TUNNEL VISION

You are the intersection where my heart stopped
You are the course correction that fucked me up
Here stops my heart and it can go no further
Can’t veer off the road or make evasive maneuvers

All my gears are frozen still you set me spinning
And sorting through the sticks and stones is so confusing
You feel like an ending that is just beginning and it’s going to drag on

The sun is sinking deep into a panoramic blue
Visual dominion  holds my gaze like glue
Your own spectacular tunnel vision
The tunnel is wide
That tunnel is wide
And I can’t see through to the other side

You are the lake that iced with me half under
You are the sound at night that makes me shudder
Desperately lost and I can go no further
If my bones are never found who will avenge my murder

All my thoughts have folded in I can’t stop thinking
You must have found it funny when I came out swinging
You feel like an ending that is just beginning and it’s going to drag on

The sun is sinking deep into a panoramic blue
Visual dominion holds my gaze like glue
Your own spectacular tunnel vision
The tunnel is wide
That tunnel is wide
And I can’t see through to the other side

I’m prostrate at the crossroads with your boot on my back
You say that I’m mistaken but it’s there when I look back
And when I look up ahead the world just starts to crack
Oh the tunnel is wide
The tunnel is wide
And I can’t see through to the other side
No I can’t see through to the other side

So I’ll just put my head down and I’ll cover my eyes for a long time
So I’ll just put my head down and I’ll cover my eyes for a long time

I’ll put my head down and I’ll cover my eyes
‘Til the sun disappears
I’ll put my head down and I’ll cover my eyes
‘Til the sun disappears
I’ll put my head down and I’ll cover my eyes
‘Til the sun disappears And there is only blue sky
And there is only blue sky
And there is only blue sky
I’ll put my head down and I’ll cover my eyes
‘Til the sun disappears And there is only blue sky
Only blue sky
Only blue sky
Only blue sky
Only blue sky
Only blue sky

LM 2014
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Coming Attractions!

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Hello fabulous people who read my occasional ramblings and creative bits. I’m pinning this post to let you know new stuff is coming so please subscribe or keep coming back!

If this is not your first time reading this, please scroll down for new posts.

I disappeared for a good long time. It wasn’t that I was not writing anything, I was. I just wasn’t posting for a variety of reasons. When I have been writing it’s not as much as I’d like. Some of that is because of life stuff, but mostly it is because I have neuropathy in my hands. I really need something like Dragon software so I can dictate my writing. That one seems to be the most popular with writers but I just can’t afford it right now.

Well, I’m just going to grit my teeth and keep trying, just don’t expect a novel anytime soon.

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Conversations With THE KITTY! (In A New Place On Moving Day)

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This is LiLi, the cat of many names. AKA Merph, Merphy Brown, Captain Merphlepoof, Monkey Butt and of course, Grumpitha to name a few. Alas! If only I’d had a computer at the time, we could have beat that Grumpy Cat to fame and fortune!

Merph: What the hell Mom?
But wait. ALL our stuff is here so this isn’t a sleepover spot. But why is the bed surrounded by towers of boxes? I’m not sure if this is adequate or not. You sure are lucky that I’m so good with new environments!

Me: At least, “Stompy McStomperson” (our former loud housemate) isn’t here. Oh boy, but wait until you hear the garage door!

LiLi aka Merph: I don’t know what a garage door is, but MY bed is here which I will share with you. In other words I will sleep with my butt in your face.

Me: Okay. Thanks?

LiLi: By the way this “view” is fantastic!
(Kitty sarcasm)
So, Puuurrrrrrr.

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The fantastic view!

Me: Don’t be mad. I can’t figure out where your food bowls and your toys are. I just checked with my client and she says I didn’t leave them behind. Maybe they are in the trunk of the car.

LiLi: This is most inadequate. I demand that you go find them at once!

Me: Maybe when it stops raining. I just changed my clothes. The ones I was wearing are soaking wet.

LiLi: What is it about, “At Once!” that was not clear?

Me: How about I make the bed?

LiLi: I not purr now.

Me: Tough love. Tough love.

 

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Once again, trapped under a kitty.

It turns out that Merph is completely nonplussed by our bedroom being over the garage. That big noisy gate doesn’t even make her ears twitch. Frankly, it’s soothing compared to all the noise at the last few places we lived. The rain sound is not the best, no roof, just water slapping pavement, but it’s not the worst either. It’s nicer when I close the window.) 

 

 

(A little while later)

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Merph: You find my food bowls yet?

Me: It’s still raining. I have to go look in the car.

Merph: Inadequate. Most Inadequate!

Me: Besides, how can I do anything when you are on my lap?

Merph: Magic! Duh.

 

Me: I can’t even make the bed because you won’t move.

Merph: I helping!

Me: Cats seriously have a strange idea if what, “helping” means.

Merph: Bowls now?

Me: *bonk*

(And later that day….)

Me: (finally) Merph, I found your food bowl, your crunchies and your toys.

Merph: Eh. I’m busy sitting in this basket.

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Put down a basket, even a smooshed one, and voila, in goes a cat! It must be in their DNA.

Me: Loooook, I filled your water bowl!

Merph: Yeah, I might get to that later.

Me: OK then, I’ll just put this catnip away.

MerphCATNIP!!!!

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Yes, and this is me, a short while after the movers left. And yes, those are boxes, boxes and still more boxes! I confess, it’s been a year and some still aren’t unpacked.          

-LM 2016 / 2017

Longing

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LONGING

This heart has been to places many
but never one like here
The language keeps changing
And the view is never clear

She’s uneasy with the neighborhood
At once it’s bright and dark
The’re are bars on all the windows
And the benches are so hard

Every door seems bolted fast.
And sometimes she’s locked in
Other times she’s shut out tight
With no warning as to when

And all the while she seeks the comfort
Of a particular pair of arms
A voice to stop her rush and worry
A passion that disarms

Oh her soul it sighs and grows so weary
Hope waning like the moon
She wonders has she made a home here
Or is this to be her tomb?

LM 2014/2016

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