edenkitty

Thank you all for the hugs, kisses and encouraging words. even with a computer terminal between us all, it means a lot that I have such nifty people around here.

I had to leave last night and go to my grandmother's house. It was probably the best thing in the world. I was in a thick blanket of fog, and for some reason it did me some good. I was really enjoying the beauty of the stark trees with street lamps shining through. The dark branches looked as if they were slicing through the mist. It was tight like a tiger. I guess what it boils down to is sometimes I need to remember to press the eject button, and get the hell out of dodge.

I love staying at grandma's house. She lives on the Tualatin river and its just picturesque in there. Big trees, water, the house I did my growing in. I would prefer it without the waking up at four a.m. to get her to the airport though. Even that really didn't make much difference though. I got to drive on country roads through the fog, and be back in bed before the sun came up.

Waking up can be such a hassle, today it was perfect. I had cool dreams about ice, and weirdness, and then I got to wake up all alone in a big house. I like that feeling, knowing that outside there is life tearing ass around me. I love her chickens. My grandmother raises bantam chickens, even cooler, they are aracunas. Ok, i just realized not everyone will know those words, Bantam chickens are smaller. They are about eight inches tall (i dunno, i just know they are small). Aracuna means that they lay green and pink eggs, no shit. They are super cool, Martha Stewart raises aracunas and that is where she used to get the inspiration for some of her paint colors. moving on.

I got up and had cookies for breakfast, I adore that about grandma's house, she always has cookies in her pantry. There is something magical about cookies. I grabbed my cookies, and my water, and sat at the dining room table. Peering in at me were some of the fattest squirrels I have ever seen. They were fluffy, AND fat. Grandma feeds the squirrels every day but when she leaves, never asks me to do it. She is worried the drive is too long for me (we live maybe ten minutes away). So today I fed the squirrels, one of them was within touching distance, it was super cool. As I was laying the seed down he jumped onto the porch rail and was close enough that when his tail twitched I could feel the breeze it created.

I like squirrels, I'm gonna feed them tommorow. Don't forget the pretty birds too. Thanks again for the kind words, some days it feels really good to vent, others, it's a struggle. oddly enough though, venting is always worthwhile.