Please don't be worried if I tell you I am considering committing murder and hiding the body. IF Winter shows his ugly face here again...if he makes March come in like a lion...or or even go out like a lion...well I will lose control. Winter needs to heed my warning and stop showing up. He is like the relative or friend that overstays the welcome.
I have asked Winter to leave. I have asked nicely. I have turned up the heat on him (and wasted my money). I have stood outside with arms raised to the heavens and screamed for him to go away (ok that only happened in my mind). And yet, Winter lingers, then leaves, then returns. And to top it off, I can't tell you how many times Winter has spit in my face and dumped on my lawn. I can't take it anymore.
This is a warning to Winter, if you are reading my blog. Leave us alone for -a while and let Spring come a visiting. Don't make me come after you.
Off and on, since 1995, I have suffered with depression. I am mostly ok now, but I still have triggers. So it really disturbs me to hear that Marie Osmond's son apparently committed suicide. He suffered from depression.
Depression is scary whether you are in the moment or watching someone in the moment. The thing not to do is to do nothing and hope it goes away by itself. There is so much involved in being depressed- brain chemicals and circumstance. People don't choose to be depressed. If they could they would choose not to be depressed. It's a dark place to be. If I had 1995-1997 to do over- I wouldn't have suffered so much. I would have gotten help.
Prayers for Marie and her family. This is certainly something she will never get over.
It started with a bump at my hairline. Now there is a break out and I am pretty sure it is poison ivy (PI). So I searched my mind to think how in the world did I get PI here at the end of winter?
Did I touch something that I used last summer pulling weeds or mowing the yard? I don't think so...unless it was my "mowing" shoes. It's a possibility.
But, this is what I think has happened. Kiki Dee is getting tamer. I let her in my screened in porch (breezeway) to eat- these days since her friend Ginger died. She is learning to trust me more and more and demands to be petted. But as I told you earlier SHE isn't to be trusted.
She swipes (scratches) me:
- If I don't move fast enough.
- If I take photos of her.
- If I look at her too long.
- If I attempt to let her out if she isn't ready to go.
- If I pet her "wrong".
But what I think has happened is maybe she had been sunning in PI, then came in, then I petted her and then maybe scratched my temple.
I haven't done much this week. In fact, I have been using my Ten Reasons Not to Write. And that my blogging friends isn't good. I wonder if my new laptop will inspire me?
Give me a good raking over or not, but talk to me.