8th February, 2019 Friday
Well, tea is Earled and milked.
Old Winter has come finally in the early bit of February just when it might have felt spring was warming sleeping colors.
Last weekend sweet sun soaked and warmth flooded as I cherry picked the poo off my lawn while walking my lovely Wizard who had had his Snip five days before. The lovely Little bloomed her Ladyness just a few days before. So Husband volunteered to sleep two stories down from me and Wizard, Continent, Lady Dragon and the Wees. We ahve been at this now for 15 days. Wizard has been released from leash and does not seem to need the meds today to help him sleep against the call of fatherhood swishing that brilliant frothy tail around about. Oh Yes, my Lady Little is a forward girl when all her Puppy chemicals flood her lovely skull. We dubbed ourselves the Sex Police a few days ago. Ah, Love in your 7th decade.
Well, January has come and gone. I have been ostriching. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for this Era’s End. Trump’s SOTU was so predictable I could have written it myself. The Hollow Crown, Ha. The fear of Hollowed Out America has creeped inside my bones. Putin as the Master with the Strings. He may have had to tie them on a bit ago, but now Dear Agent Orange does his damage brilliantly with every Tweeting touch. We have lost the Thread of courtesy, respect. The crumbs to show the Higher Road have blown on winds of ire and apall. MeToo’s Trojan Horse has unleashed manipulating arrows at good men who now contemplate the wisdom of removal from the seats they can wield the Good and True because MeToo unleashed the pointed finger’s right to slaughter just because it points. And where the Fuck is Mueller? This shit’s gotta end.
I read today on some obscure webpage that Magnetic North is shifting at an alarming rate, 30 miles a year. True North is still True but Magnetic North does shift itself entirely every few 100 thousand years. Its screwing with aviation navigation and our migratory animals. Is that why all the sanity across the world has tossed itself into the Air and cannot seem to land? Are we in FreeFall?
Sorry for this dark reveal of my Interior these days. Winter has descended deep inside me these past two days. They say we have big snow cloaking us tonight. Its cold and gray and I have this ache which seems to be that I miss home.
My Papa used to have this way of finding me when my dark came by inside. He’d wrap me in his chest and say, “You gotta start from where you are.” I like my Sun, I like my Light. They are never very far. Today will pass and tomorrow will arrive and this too shall pass on by…
As some one of you reminded me not too long ago, change is the law.
Ta.
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