Tea With Me: 8th June, 2022 Wednesday
So Dream Kite flew really low last night. Its a community theater in a town I do not know. I am cast as Puck, Pan, or some Fairy Sprite. Its a big enough company for a makeup artist to sit me down in a chair and paint me. I am most excited by my shoes, slippers. We have done enough shows so people are excited about us and we are among them getting ready. I am completely invested in manifesting the magic in my character. I dance, arms wide, twirling in the middle of a crowd which catches my joy. I race through dark damp streets trailing peeps who got the drift. They are better than they were before we started up our plays…
So sitting for five days straight at this terminal of tech upon my ancient French Desk, reading all the online spits in response to my queries of what is not right, and uninstall, reinstall, and watching the little wheels go round and round and going through the back door places noone ever goes to adjust the disk and I am good to go with a little care for this machine is old at seven years.
I bought another. Its bright yellow and has a lot of space because GOD KNOWS, in 7 years it will be old and might need it to limp along like me.
I have cleaned my desk and sorted through the piles of laters, I have deemed not emergency. Some of those are two years old like the registration for our van. I am headed to the MVD at 2 today with title, real id, insurance card and two proofs of residency in New Mexico.
Taking care of business. Its what I can do.
As the World is roiling. My drive to just sit and fix has even amazed my scampering soul. I didn’t have to look at anything but tech which isn’t really real and could be gone at the dropping of the E bomb which everyone conveniently forgets about. But Damn it has been better to view than news.
I love the ground. Here. Its pink. Pink. It is the color of soft love. and its dry thing, its dust which invades everything when the dogs shake it in the house. Its in my teeth. It grabs me. Grounds me. What is out there in the World is not right here right now. And if this place is holds me Happy, I can beat a bit of Peace to the Ether.
The Gun thing looks like it might just blast a the Wall of Bullshit in the Senate. If the loss of Innocence, children buying AR15s and shooting up a school of kids and a grocery store full of different skin is what it takes, I weep as I type. How the Fuck did we ever let this get that an 18 year old could buy a battle weapon. I have such shame.
And the Jan 6th airing tomorrow night. Well, its about Fucking time. I for one will find a way to glue. Waiting for the moment on the World Stage that proves Trump is an Evil thing.
And that Mike Pence stood for America as we have known it. Turns out he was our Trojan Horse in Trump Zone.
We will see…
So find some ground and walk a bit. Does not take long and you may not need a mask. You just might feel a little different.
As I walked out in the front garden to check for Poos, the frist Hollyhock blooms waved at me…they are also pink.
Tea was Jasmined Green.
Ta.
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