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I went for my first ever acupuncture treatment today. I have to admit I am totally open to it. I want it. The acupuncturist was a youngish good looking fellow. I filled out the forms and gave him my story. He mentioned “qi” and gave me a bit of a smile, as if expecting me to roll my eyes. Instead I told him I was open to anything. And I want this pain in my shoulder to go away even if it involves me dancing naked around a fire and walking on hot coals while chanting. I’ll do anything at this point. I am not convinced that the mere “wanting” is almost enough to make this treatment work but I think it will help. At any rate, the needles were applied, I stayed stretched out on the table for 20 minutes. The needles were removed and I was done. When I was putting my shoes on my shoulder did not hurt as it has during this mundane task for the last 5 months. It was a surprisingly pain free exercise . Still I am being cautious and don’t for a minute believe I am going to be healed so instantly but I do believe this is going to help.

Writing about various and sundry physical ailments isn’t exactly what i had in mind for this page, but it’s what happened today and i gotta start somewhere. From here on out the topics will hopefully open up. Along with my qi.

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It’s been two years since I’ve been here. I lost the correct e-mail and password to this blog and could not get it back until the other day at work when it came to me in a blinding light. I had about 5 e-mails and four or more blogs back in the day so finding the correct combo of e-mail address and password for this particular blog was quite the feat. If the creative bug bites me, I’ll be posting more here soon. I’m 54 now and life has taken on a decidedly sedentary, mundane slant. Observations of life might not be so exciting as a result but time will tell……..

I’m finding little to blog about these days. Work has been sucking the life out of me.  The library I work at now is very large and filled with a mix of kind, dangerous, crazy and rude people of all ages.  One of the worst parts of the job has been the middle school kids who swarm the library every day after school. Most are waiting on the Metro bus but waiting inside the library while they wreak havoc upon all around them. The bus stop is very poorly located directly in front of the library entrance.  Having a daughter of approximately the same age, I am appalled at the rude behavior of these kids. They are surly and disrespectful and they really bring out the worst in me. If my daughter acted the way they act she would be grounded for months. Our work team is trying to come up with effective ways to deal with them but it’s not going to happen overnight.  My solution is to trespass the whole group for at least a month and let them stand out in the rain or sun or cold or warm or whatever while they wait for the bus. If they need to hang out somewhere, they can go to the park. I’ve turned into a sour bitch. And I’m a Teen Librarian. Ha!!! Being a “Teen Librarian” was never my choice. It’s had some rewarding moments over the past 10 years for sure, but right now I’m pretty much over it.

On the home front, the girl and I adopted a little tan and white Chihuahua mix named Rosie. 7 pounds of unadulterated love. She was a stray picked up in L.A. and sent up here because their shelter was too full. The vet says she’s a Chihuahua/Dachshund mix.  I always thought Chihuahuas were snippy little terrified rat dogs, but Rosie is so well adjusted and friendly it’s hard to believe she was a shelter dog. We’re working on her house training and she seems to be slowly getting it….

Around me, friends are becoming unravelled. One of my best friends is on suicide watch, another going in and out of coherency, others just sad and bothered and stressed out over life in general. It does seem that this day and time has created a new negative energy in the general population. I’m just glad to be home alone tonight with my dog in my bed and ready for some sleep. Baby steps. Realizing one good moment at a time. It’s that or stroke out it seems. Over and out……

Haven’t seen the movie and it has nothing to with this post but I find the title apropos so I shamelessly steal it. Over the weekend the daughter and I continued to  unpack and discard various items that had been plucked from the old homestead and randomly thrown into boxes and delivered to the doorstep by the ex. Found items: Elyse’s first pair of baby shoes, old photos, children’s books, cameras, baby clothes, VHS tapes of Elyse’s babyhood, past library programs, etc. But the most dangerous find of all: my accordion file of  writing dating back to high school. Once upon a time there were volumes, but I burned most of it when Elyse was a baby as I didn’t want anyone, especially her, to find all of the painful tales of woe after I was gone. But I did retain some choice bits. As I pulled the file out of the box I said to her “this is some dangerous stuff here…….” and I took a break and started reading it. Dangerous indeed. And curious.  

The recurring theme: Loneliness, isolation and disconnect from the world. Some letters written to my dad, old boyfriends, old friends. Poems, lyrics, simple regurgitation of life’s events. Some of it amusing, most of it pretty darned depressing. All written before I had hope of having a child and finding that kind of love.  I had several abortions in my youth and the last one just about did me in. I had wanted to keep the baby but my boyfriend of the time turned on me, as did my mother, and being young(ish) and alone and afraid, I let them convince me to have the abortion. After that I wanted to die. I spent a lot of time thinking about it too. Looking back on that young woman and reading the intensely painful writings, I see a survivor. Perhaps it sounds a bit corny, but I have survived. Little did I know at the time, how could I have known…. that life would finally reward me with a beautiful daughter. There are reasons we keep records of painful pasts. I don’t want to dwell on it, but it is a good reminder of how far I have come. And it’s a good reminder not to forget my blessings when depression tries to take me down again – that black dog that has followed me my entire life as Mr. Churchill so aptly put it…  

 Here’s one poem I found, which I still like despite its youthful silliness, written in my mid 20’s (on a typewriter, no less):

A butterfly drinks the tears of a turtle.

a butterfly drinking turtle’s tears.

a butterfly drinking.
turtle’s tears.

a butterfly.
drinking turtle’s tears.

And I, the butterfly who dances in the air just long enough to sip a turtle’s tear.
Survival. Necessity the mother.
A born again caterpillar 
I have built a formidable cocoon.
Years it took to build this one, kiddo.
Indestructible it seems.

(more…)

We’ve moved again. The cabin is now a place I will visit but I shall live there no more.. The daughter’s father pulled a massive series of drunken fucked up antics, including taking her for Midwinter Break to Arizona to visit his parents, leaving for the airport at 7 a.m. drunk on absinthe. Nice. I channelled Ari Gold for about an hour, screaming into the phone “what the FUCK is going on?” and then turned my Ari impersonation on to poor S. who was just waking up but who was also drunk. Drunk men. Don’t care much for them at 7 a.m. with a little girl sobbing on the phone that she’s scared to get on the plane with her drunk dad. They had a ride, so they made it safely to the airport and on to the plane.  I scared S. out of the cabin and took 2 valium and went back to sleep.  It felt like a really bad nightmare and I had to knock myself out to stop the Ari Gold.

The girl had a great time in Arizona but upon return to Seattle the drunken Dad experience continued so I had to scoop her up and camp out with her at my sister in law’s condo for a week while I scrambled to find an apartment. I felt homeless. Desperate. So sorry for her. Fortunately the condo was luxurious so we were refugeein’ it up in style.  

So I finally found an apartment that suits us and we moved in last Friday. I really can’t take moving again for a long long time but I will say that the girl and I have it down to a science. I call us The Sunshine Moving Company.  It’s exhausting. I’m tired.  Work has been exhausting as well so the creativity I seek for this blog is suffering. I come up with some good ideas late at night after a few glasses of wine and a little weed, but I’ve been hand writing thoughts that are a little hard to decipher in the morning. Note to self: remove computer from the bedroom and put it in living room after daughter goes to sleep. Right. 

Today is a day off from work and I still have so much to do but for some reason I can’t get dressed or out of bed. Guess there’s little choice. Onward and upward. Again.

So I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve started a few, but they fizzled. Tonight I’m sitting at the ex’s house (i.e. my old house) waiting to pick him and my daughter up from the airport. They’ve been in Arizona visiting his parents this week and I’ve been staying here watching the animals. At first, it seemed unbearably depressing to be here. Now it seems odd to be leaving. The cabin is nice – don’t get me wrong –  but it’s too small. It’s too hard to access. Muddy drive, lots of stairs, locks on gates, etc. I like pulling up to the curb and walking up a walkway to a house.  Have I mentioned I’m fat and lazy too? 20 lbs. gained in the past year. Menopause, drinking, eating late at night, no excercise  – it’s made me the man I never wanted to be. Oh. Man, because I played with the clippers the other night and now have no hair left. It will grow out. I like not having to do anything with it. But I do look rather butch.

So I’m searching for an apartment and hoping to have my own space soon. I need it. I know it. Cabin life has been sweet for the most part but, forgive me S., the cabin smell is not one I appreciate. A bit moldy. My clothes smell moldy. My allergies are having a party on the scale of  the Olympics. Must get my own space.

Started my “new” job at a huge branch in the north area of Seattle. I was pretty pissed about being transferred, but once I got there I realized it was just what I needed. The old branch of 10 years was sucking the life out of me. Lots of negative energy. Too much like a dysfunctional family and not enough like a workplace. I’m no corporate shill but I think I’m going to try to keep it at least slightly professional and keep  my personal life out of the spotlight in this new branch. No coworkers joking about my sex life, lifestyle, cleavage, etc….

So. Nothing too earth shattering here. Perplexed as always about life, love, money and all of it. Do I have hope? Yes. And that is good.

El Nino has given Seattle an early Spring and a very mild winter.  Cherry blossoms abound.  I’ve been noting birds and wildlife along the shore.  There is hope.

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