Cracked, as in 'foundation'

Now, I may be somewhat cracked (and it's a matter of opinion among those who know and tolerate me) but that's nothing compared to the cracks in the foundation of the house where I reside at the moment.  Not my house and definitely not my home but it's where I keep my stuff right now and where my creatures are.  That would make it my residence, technically speaking.  

It's cracked (the basement floor) and the cracks keep changing shape.  Trying not to think about it doesn't help much.  Things, not always what they seem.  People can cause all sorts of mayhem to their surroundings by their thoughts and actions and it's really hard to live in the middle of such a situation.  I tell ya, people, the things I've seen would turn your hair gray and give you the willies.

Oh well, at least my makeup foundation is without cracks.  Mostly.
  

Sometimes.....

...the pain of life is almost unbearable.  It is, in fact, so exquisitely painful that one wonders if this is the way in which we slide off the existential plane.  Into what?  Nothingness?  Ha.  That would be far too easy. 

No, the pain is to ensure we never rise above whatever dubious 'station' we hold in life.  Generations of noble or heroic individuals generate their own kind.  Some of us, even those who had monied ancestors, even parents, but were devalued before birth and continuously afterwards, had no chance at a life even remotely free from constant burden and bullying.  It is a sad commentary on life that those with the most compassion often experience the most agony.

Not that I'd know, of course.

Protect the Coke bottles!

A friend sent me a photo from England today.  He found it hilarious and figured I would see its twisted ridiculosity (that's right, I said it; Grammar Police be damned).

It was of a cooler containing regular, been around for yonks, Coke, beside Coke Zero or whatever it's called.  You know, the one with no sugar, no carbs, no value of any sort.

The bottles of regular sugar-loaded goodness were all capped with the kind of protection devices that you see on expensive clothing in stores.  Really?  It needs that much security.

Weirdest thing - both types  were priced the same.  A euro plus thirty nine steps (no, that's a spy story), whatever euro cents are. 

Conclusion: The old style is stolen more frequently but is no more valuable than the useless one.  Huh.

The Opposite of Fun

Talked to a wise friend yesterday.  She asked me if I was having fun.  As I've just had major dental surgery and am living in a powder keg situation on top of that, I said (with no reservations whatsoever), 'No'.  In fact, I told her that I was having the diametric opposite of fun and possibly living in an alternate universe where fun does not exist.
Her response: 'So you're having ''nuf'.  Pure brilliance, which accidental remarks so often are. 
Laughing through my considerable pain, I replied, 'I've definitely had 'nuf.  And it's true.   

Do we live in the tropics?

Emphasis on the word 'live'.  Seriously, what is the matter with our formerly temperate area of the globe?  Yes, yes, I know, global warming, etc.  Blah, blah, in fact.  Those of us who are almost unable to function in extreme heat have stayed away from tropical locations for our entire lives.  Looks like it came looking for us and with a vengeance. 
Speaking as a person (and I use the term in its broadest possible sense) with a knee injury that refuses to heal, (despite rehab and icing and more, oh my!), I protest the weather.  Yes, I said it.  It's out there now and whoever is in charge of this can kiss my asinine comments good-bye.

Life is weird for everyone

We all wonder what would happen if, by chance or miracle or falling raisins, our lives were to be pulled out of the daily mundanity into something with more technicolour and sparkle.  Maybe, we all think that our lives are particularly special.  Maybe they are.  Maybe only to us. 

My dear friend, Sister Janet (who died suddenly five years ago), used to say that we must plough the fields with the horses we have.  She said that, when people ask 'Why me?', the answer is 'Why not you?'.  Of course, if we're as special as we think we are, this would never apply to us. 

To put things in perspective, Sister Janet also used to say 'You're the worst secretary I've ever had' on a regular basis.  To show she cared, you understand.

I miss you SJ. 

Hard to Fathom

Is it just me?  Does life suck, exponentially, the harder one tries to be better?  To do better. To say less, to be without judgement, to have kind acceptance of everyone?  Even the people closest to us, who do us the most hurtful harm?   

Wish I knew. 

It feels that way. 

Falling and not just in a bad dream...

Okay.  Yesterday morning, as I lay in comfortable somnolence with Loveycat, there was no indication that anything was amiss.  I here insert an unladylike snort of derision.

Granted, my living situation is far from idyllic, shared as it is with a family to whom I am not related in any way and have no interest in being same.  The house, in point of fact, is a shambles, and i live here only because the direst of personal circumstances made it my only option.  But, I digress.

As Loveycat purred comfortably on my chest and I drowsily stroked her chin, the shelf over my bed fell upon me.  And, almost on Lovey.  She left large gouges in me as she bolted in terror.

There was no warning crack or rumble.  No sound of any sort.  Just a heavy shelf, falling upon us and dragging many boxes down in its wake.

Huh.  Do you think the house is trying to tell me something? 

Return to Anonymity

Not dead, just presumed so by the multitudes.  Or, perhaps, unnoticed by the multitudes.  Either way, I have dragged myself from the dusty crypt of inactivity, writing-wise, and now present myself to the mirror of my life with a shriek of horror. 

Did I really just say 'writing-wise'?  That/s almost funny.  It sounds like 'cracking-wise', another way of saying that my wise-assery knows no bounds.  My assery has certainly expanded.  That would explain part of the shriek of horror aformentioined.