monday
Up at 4 this morning. For some reason I have so many body aches. My right shoulder and arm. My left hand (I cut it a few times yesterday while cleaning and cooking), headache. Thought if I got up and had my coffee maybe I'd feel better - at least the headache might go away. I did have more sugar yesterday than I usually do. Birthday cake (2 pieces) and 2 wine coolers. And we are having rainy weather - that brings aches and pains too.
Dave's misshapen potatoes. He got lots of nice ones too. He put the good ones away in crates in the basement to hopefully save for later but we are using the funny ones now.
Dreamed that there were marauding men down over the hill and they were coming up towards Jules' house. Hollering and whooping. I was walking out to the chicken coop when I saw and heard them. I was very afraid but thought I should do something. I yelled, "Who told you that you could be here?!". I woke up then. So I don't know if the dream got worse with them attacking me or if it got better and I prevailed to get them to leave.
At the Shine a Light event at Two Mile night before last there were a group of guys at the far side of the lake. I think they were at that picnic table I showed in a picture I took a few days ago when I walked back the lake road trail. They were hollering at the top of their lungs over and over, "Let's Go Brandon!". This was supposed to be a hopeful and comforting event to help the victims of suicide. Let's go Brandon sounds innocent but it isn't and the force of their voices was scary and meant to annoy. Humans are scary. Young men are scary. Testosterone is scary.
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It's supposed to rain later today so I will be stuck inside. The house is all clean. That's nice. I put all my weaving and crochet projects away when I decluttered the living room yesterday so now I have a clean slate to write on. I'm thinking now might be a good time to switch gears and get out some art journal books and do some art in them for a change.
Dave's misshapen potatoes. He got lots of nice ones too. He put the good ones away in crates in the basement to hopefully save for later but we are using the funny ones now.
Dreamed that there were marauding men down over the hill and they were coming up towards Jules' house. Hollering and whooping. I was walking out to the chicken coop when I saw and heard them. I was very afraid but thought I should do something. I yelled, "Who told you that you could be here?!". I woke up then. So I don't know if the dream got worse with them attacking me or if it got better and I prevailed to get them to leave.
At the Shine a Light event at Two Mile night before last there were a group of guys at the far side of the lake. I think they were at that picnic table I showed in a picture I took a few days ago when I walked back the lake road trail. They were hollering at the top of their lungs over and over, "Let's Go Brandon!". This was supposed to be a hopeful and comforting event to help the victims of suicide. Let's go Brandon sounds innocent but it isn't and the force of their voices was scary and meant to annoy. Humans are scary. Young men are scary. Testosterone is scary.
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It's supposed to rain later today so I will be stuck inside. The house is all clean. That's nice. I put all my weaving and crochet projects away when I decluttered the living room yesterday so now I have a clean slate to write on. I'm thinking now might be a good time to switch gears and get out some art journal books and do some art in them for a change.