The Eclipse

Morning and I have risen. I had such high hopes that I could sit down and whip out a post for today’s Ultimate Blog Challenge. But no such luck. I’m stuck in the eclipse of my mind and yesterday. We didn’t see much of the eclipse here in Saskatchewan. It reached 41% at maximum and was gone in an hour.

Not having the proper eyewear, we did not look at the sun. We experienced the clouds. Because I’m such a weather vane, I was paying attention to see how the eclipse would affect me. I felt no noticeable effects most of the day until the sun came out full force in late afternoon. I was hit with a headache accompanied by a chill. A tylenol and glass of wine at supper eased my discomfort. I had a good night’s sleep.

Now it is 2 in the afternoon. In my stuck-for-words time, I had soaked 4 more kinds squash seeds. Time is getting away on me. I got too relaxed in my seeding planning. Now trying to catch up before it’s too late. I cannot afford to nor do I not want to waste time in being stuck. I try to do something else in the meantime. So in the meantime I’ve also painted my little creation for today’s #the100dayproject. I wasn’t super motivated but it required little effort in moving muddles of paint around. And voila – a picture. Looks like I painted mysel or how I felt!

THE END OF OCTOBER

 

 

The end of October at last! And it’s Hallowe’en. I have to admit that I don’t like Hallowe’en at all. Sheba doesn’t either. She is scared of the yards decorated with ghosts and goblins, witches, coffins, pumpkins et al. She growls as she looks over her shoulder at them trotting by sideways. There’s no comforting and reassuring her until they are out of site. Come time for those trick and treaters ringing the doorway, it’s ear deafening barking till they leave and another bunch comes. So what’s fun about that? Bah humbug! I don’t have a fun bone in my body.

Should I apologize for that? I am having a bit of a bad attitude at the moment. My sleep has been disturbed by malicious neighbour committing acts of vandalism. I know, I sound like a broken record. I know it all sounds petty. I’m sure that’s how bullied children feel. That it’s petty. That they will not be believed. It seeps into your pysche and fester like a sliver under your fingernails. I don’t feel any better for having reported to the police. I know that they are trained to be neutral but are they?  The occasions that I have spoken with them lately, l felt I was the criminal. I felt I was going through customs.

I will get through this soon and my chatter will stop. In the meantime, I will educate myself how to deal with this shit better. I’ve listened to an Oprah podcast with Malcolm Gladwell on his book, Talking to Strangers: What We Should Know about the People We Don’t Know. Then there’s his David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants. I think I sort of fit into the midget underdog category. I do feel intimidated by police and neighbour. I hope to glean some insight and tools from Malcolm. In the meantime I shall :

  1. Do the best as I can.
  2. Try to get more sleep.
  3. Keep to my exercise regime.
  4. Keep to my meditation regime.
  5. Stop thinking of neighbour problem. I have set things in motion. Let the process take care of it.
  6. Keep my regular writing practice.
  7. Try to develop a fun bone.
  8. Do the lunch dishes.
  9. Take Sheba out for her walk

The end. Amen.