Shabbat Shalom! And Other Greetings too
I didn’t get around to writing this morning. I slept in late and even now in the late in the afternoon I am still walking around in a cotton world. The fatigue days are draining me, and I am in full blown ennui. But I remain optimistic that we are on the right track of recovery now. I am reduced to writing small sentences. Compound sentences are just beyond my reach in this state of mind.
Our satellite box went out during the lightening storm, so while we are waiting for FedEx to deliver a new one, the house has been noticeably quiet. That is good, because the incessant rehashing of the Uvalde shooting and ‘Beto, the plastic Mexican and political opportunist, started dancing on the children’s graves before their bodies had time to cool. I don’t have to watch the video clips of it, so that calms my mood considerably
And I still don’t know what is going on in the Depp – Heard courtroom, as hard as the media tries to inform me. I simply don’t want to know, and I tune it out on the TV and skip over it in the NewsFeeds.
And a new Top Gun movie is in the works, with many of the original cast members. They had to make their pants larger to hide the Depends® they are likely wearing at this time of life. Oh, how I care about this one. yawn!
About the only thing I watched in the news was the Sussman – Durham trial. I am following it out of idle curiosity to see whether I can believe in the justice system or not. I am not overly optimistic about that, however.
I do feel a bit better now that I am writing something. Anything will do. Just to sit here and watch the words come off my fingertips like magic is a balm that has been sorely missed. I am so aware of how badly the dyslexia has crept up on me, and being out of the discipline for around three years has taken the edge off of my prose. I am embarrassed by my poor syntax, style, and grammar. Mrs. Gilder, my 6th grade teacher, would be frowning at this as she toyed with her editing pencil that had a red end and a blue end. Yeah, I am that old.
Still, I write. My thoughts run wild during that waking period between the sleeps. An old manuscript that I started æons ago optimistically called Akashic is haunting me, and I suddenly saw a way to bring back a runaway novel back into order. But it is a major rewrite and will take a year or better to whip it into shape. At least with the energy level I have now, anyway. The year has sailed by me, only punctuated by stays in the hospital and weeks of fatigue at home. Sometimes I feel like I am just waiting for Thanatos knock at the door. But as I sit down to write this unedited bundle of me-isms, he has stopped knocking and has moved back to his lurking position over my left shoulder.
So, this coffee post has turned into an after-dinner post but may not be the tragedy I expected. A strawberry-rhubarb pie is baking in the oven, and we will have pie and coffee in an hour as an evening snack. And this seems as good of a place to wrap this up as any.
Shabbat Shalom!!
Rusty's Armory 
May 27, 2022 at 7:41 pm
words to savor, pie to gorge on…lovely evening
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May 28, 2022 at 5:31 am
Sabotaging the satellite box sounds like a wonderful idea. I could use a news free week.. but the husband is addicted. As for our, it cures all ills.
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May 28, 2022 at 8:51 am
It does indeed!
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May 28, 2022 at 6:39 am
My suggestion for what it is worth… Get back to writing that novel. That will give you a purpose and a reason to keep going (not to say you don’t have a reason as you have Snookums) but it gives you something to focus on and accomplish. Anyway, that is my two cents so there ya have it, better take it before inflation causes it to be worthless LOL 😉
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May 28, 2022 at 8:29 am
Two pennies opinions from some people are worth millions, and two pennies of information from others is way over priced. Yours is of the former … 🙂
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May 28, 2022 at 1:35 pm
The Akashic you say? I am intrigued, considering the material I have on my site.
Love a good strawberry rhubarb pie with coffee. That could be breakfast food or after dinner food. Either works.
A silent, non-existent newsfeed…joy of joys. “News” organizations (professional liars) are the bane of human existence. Our “leaders” lie. We expect them to. The TV/Internet mouthpieces take these lies and bludgeon us with them.
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May 28, 2022 at 2:19 pm
I started Akashic several decades ago during a sexually fueled period in my life. In rereading it, my prurience now embarrasses me and I am ruthlessly airing out the pheromones from the text. The hero is able to dip into the Akashic library, albeit a bit clumsily. I grew up in a very mystical Welsh family that performed parlor magic. Scary stuff. Then I spent time in the Sonora Desert with a Yaqui brujo who didn’t draw many sober breaths learning some of his rituals. I did a few shorts of that period on BlogSpot … maybe I’ll go back and collect them. I am terrible at saving things.
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May 28, 2022 at 2:57 pm
Interesting. I have pages of material from one who could “dip into the Akashic” effectively. Well…effectively as one can, considering the size & scope of the data contained within. He usually had to ask 25 or more questions to arrive at one piece of information.
I will have to look up “yaqui brujo.”
I am Welsh, as well…along with Scottish, Irish, English & Native American thrown in.
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May 29, 2022 at 8:38 am
Sleeping in, optimism, recovery, writing, rhubarb, Thanatos stepping back, life is GOOD!
You may be disturbed with your “syntax, style, and grammar,” but guess what? When the content is good (and I’ve rarely thought it anything but) those piddly things don’t mean much. Mrs. Gilder can pound sand with her two pointed pencil. I LIKE simple sentences. I’ve heard Hemingway made a pretty decent living with them.
I remember Akashic, you must have shared some of it on Mutlitply, and I hope you do dust it off because I’d like to read it in its entirety. Besides, as Lia suggested, reworking it would give you a purpose beyond just entertaining us here. Even after ceasing to be a wage slave (how I love that term!) some of us still need a purpose to our lives.
Rhubarb pie. Yeah, that’s gonna haunt me for awhile. *pours another cup and dreams*
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May 29, 2022 at 10:51 am
The pie was excellent, but a bit noisey … we shut it up quickly …
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May 31, 2022 at 6:48 am
Rusty, writing is in your blood, and your stories always leave me wanting more.
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