Thank you for all the good thoughts - they're working! The knot in my thigh is much smaller. Still having excruciating leg cramps almost every night, even with drinking lots of water and taking potassium. Ugh. (Feel free to add that to the good thoughts list)
We're in Oregon weather mode, which would be fine if we were in Oregon; looking like it will continue through Tuesday or Wednesday.
Finally corralled Mr. Wilde into a carrier yesterday (still possess all of my limbs!) and took him to the vet for a nail trim. Ah, blessed silence - no more clickclickclick! He was mad at every living thing in the house when he got back. Didn't want me to pet him, wouldn't accept a piece of chicken. That's pissed.
Acorns are falling from the two big white oaks in the side yard; sometimes it sounds like a hailstorm when I'm in the home "office" (a.k.a. my guest room closet).
After our abbreviated walk around the Duke East Campus yesterday, we ate at the adorable little Hummingbird Bakery. Oh my god - butterscotch custard! Then went shoe shopping right next door. Custard and SHOES! Could life be more perfect?! I bought a pair of earrings (they were in my price range, whereas the shoes were not):
Sterling silver earrings by Karen Schmelzer
It's almost Oscar Wilde's 159th birthday (the man, not the cat.).
That's all I have dear readers. Have a good week. And thanks for all the love.
Last night in Barbell Club I thought I had one more Zercher Squat in me. I truly did.
Turns out, I didn't.
A muscle, ligament, tendon, something - lurchedpoppedrolled over the bone at the top of my thigh when I did that one more squat.
Now Paul didn't say do one more - that was all me. ARGH! I FINALLY find the thing I love to do and go and injury myself. So pissed off at myself!
Today I arnica-ed the knot to high heaven using both the oral pellets and the topical gel. It held up during kickboxing tonight; I was very careful not to do squats or lunges (when it hurts the most).
And I am missing my mother today. Missing her as in needing a Kleenex now because I'm crying (again) missing her.
And it's been raining for years.
And yellow jackets are finding my car so interesting for some reason. And you all know how I feel about them.
And I'm almost a year older.
And I can't get Oscar in a carrier to get his nails clipped, so his hind nails clickclickclick on the floor and it is driving me mad. If I have to call the mobile [expensive] vet, I am going to be very very upset with him.
All first world problems. I am well aware.
There's more, but I don't feel like talking about it here. Not now. Not yet.
If your inclinations run to this, my wounded thigh would be most grateful for a prayer, or a candle lit, or good thoughts thunk.
Thanks.
of writing this blog is thinking of a damn title for the post. Not all the time of course. But often enough.
Anyway.
All that shit I've been doing must be working, (even though the damn bingo wings and menopot are still very much present), because yesterday I bought a size smaller pair of jeans. Just never you mind about the spandex content in said jeans. (A.K.A."Fiddle dee dee" in Southern girl speak.) As Anon CP said, if they zip and snap - that's all that matters.
Speaking of all that shit working, I joined a bodybuilding site to track my progress somewhere other than Facebook. It's a site I reference for the name of whatever we did in Barbell Club (what was that painful thing that crushed my clavicle called again?). I currently have three "friends" - all extremely buff 20 somethings. Hilarious. I would squash them like a bug - emotionally, physically, and mentally.
While we're on the subject of clavicles, doesn't it sounds like it should be somewhere below the belt? Maybe that's just me.
Wish I'd taken a picture of the leaf in the shape of a whale fluke last week, still thinking about it.
Yesterday: an old woman, completely unaware of us, sat on the steps of her little mill house, lost in the blossoms of the impatiens on the step next to her. Such a poignant evocative image, but a photo seemed too invasive. She reminded me of Mom.
Today I thought my steam cleaner had died - alas and alack! The end of the world as I know it! But then it miraculously was healed and floor cleaning commenced. Best $150 I ever spent.
What the hell else? After two months (tomorrow actually), the Old Sea Dog [OSD] and I are still...something. In communication. We'll leave it at that, shall we?
It was 91 degrees here yesterday, y'all. At least it wasn't humid. What the hell happened to autumn?! I was not happy to turn on the AC again, let me tell you.
My next tattoo will be "Fear Is A Liar" on my right forearm. If Dogstar will ever call me back. I'll ask Kathryn to jus it up with some knot work. Like this:
Thought for the week: "Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness." Seneca
There's been over one thousand page views for "When I Was Fourteen", but - only one comment (my cousin commented privately via email, so really two comments).
I find that odd.
Is it just too shameful or personal to comment on? Too painful?
Frankly, I'm not writing this shit to get comments. Don't get me wrong, I like comments, they are generally affirming and who the heck doesn't like that. But they're not my reason for living.
But obviously that post struck a chord with a LOT of people, because it is my most read post EVER in my tiny three and a bit year history of blogging.
Interesting.
Yesterday was N.C. Pride. Several of us went to Charlie's on Ninth Street in Durham for the parade where our hairdresser, JP, had saved us front row seats.
Lovely day for a parade
Photo credit - D.F. That's me on the right
All manner of persuasions showed up; there was a lot of love on Ninth Street. Everyone happy to be there.
My favorite float said simply, "God Adores You."
I teared up.
I did.
Then I reenacted this scene from "Elf" when I saw Mary K Mart (from Drag Bingo) on the AAS-C float (Mary K Mart - I know HER!):
There were some haters somewhere, but I didn't see them. My Libra comes out around people like that. And not in the peacemaker sense. More like the iron fist in the velvet glove way - only the gloves are off.
I want to mash their buttons (as we say here in the South). Mash. Them. Hard.
I had one Bloody Mary too many. Which made me really friendly. And inclined to take tattoo pictures with people I met like two seconds ago.
Photo Credit - D.F.
Photo Credit - D.F. (OSD said I looked "like some bad ass biker chick.")
Good thing it's Pajama Day. Fed the damn cats, then went back to bed until 11:30. Mmmmmm.
Wish someone would bring me coffee in bed. Alas, that would be my own self having to do that.
PJD footwear. This is as girly as I get y'all.
Anyway, yesterday - the wedding!
It was oh so sweet. Lovely. Heartwarming. Everyone in the church laid hands on them and blessed them. They served us communion. I cried. A lot.
Wish this wasn't so blurry. The look of love!
B. and his honorary (and honored) moms
E., our intrepid Drag Bingo leader R. (sans drag), N.
N. and I went to A Southern Season afterward for ice tea and shrimp hushpuppies. (yum) After that I met another friend at Med Deli (my favorite!) for a late supper. Came home and had a couple of glasses of Prosecco to toast the happy couple.
Two young men we know from Drag Bingo (not drag queens) are getting married next Saturday.
I cried about three times last night I was so damn happy for them.
B.'s parents are not supportive (they're not being ugly about it, they just can't get on board, even though they love C.), so Nancy and I are Mom stand-in's.
I told you we are on the Planning Committee for next year, didn't I? Maybe not. B. is also on committee.
Seriously excited.
My clothes are perfectly contoured to my body. my shoes & socks fit just right. My cat is a delightful intelligent animal. My apartment is great. The right location, cheap rent. I eat the best food. My friends love me. I adore them. My lover is terrific & beautiful. The sun is shining. There are trees even in the slums in Washington. I have tons of money & a gorgeous air conditioner. Great art hangs on my wall. I live a spine-tingling life of delirious sex & intense happiness. Terence Winch
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I cannot stop listening to this song:
"Slipping Away"
Wait just a little bit more
I feel you cause your breath is burning holes in my door
You love it when there's blood on your tongue and you're ready for war
But wait just a little bit more
Take what you came here for
I know you and I know you can't take anymore
You got me with your fingers on my throat and my head on the floor
You're taking what you came here for
So this is how I'm slipping away
Yea this is how you want me to play
You know I love it but it's stopping today
I'm slipping away
Oh I think that I should go
My house is burning out of control I know you hate it and you want me to stay I'm slipping away
Wait just a little bit more I'm watching as your lips are moving towards that horn
You're ready but I'm not quite dead and I'm not quite yours
So wait just a little bit more
Take what you came here for I'm ready for you flames crawling up my door
And if you give me just a minute I'll be out on the floor
You're taking what you came here for
So this is how I'm slipping away
Yea this is how you want me to play
You know I love it but it's stopping today I'm slipping away
Oh I think that I should go
My house is burning out of control I know you hate it and you want me to stay I'm slipping away
Wait just a little bit more
You hold me like I've never been held before
Your spider web is wrapping around my head like a big black hole
So wait just a little bit more
Take what you came here for I trusted and I promised to believe, I swore
That you would be the first and the last but I did not know
You take me but you'll take no more
So this is how I'm slipping away
Now this is how you want me to play
You know I love it but it's stopping today I'm slipping away
Oh I think that I should go
My house is burning out of control I know you hate it and you want me to stay I'm slipping away
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And now I'm going to drag myself out on Pajama Day for a Med Deli run.
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