Madness of My Own Making

It is all my fault. Ok, maybe not all my fault. 

 Ever since I was a girl, and to this day Calvin and Hobbes has given me wisdom and insight into the world. Subtly, elegantly, the characters provoke new thoughts each time I read them. I realize that may sound silly and childish, however they contain depth and humor that I can't find elsewhere. I own two full sets of of the comics. One solely for me, and one to share with everyone else.

 Some of my favourites are the ones with Calvin's Dad.  He has such a unique way of parenting. His colorful explanations and disregard for his "slipping polls" make me giggle. There is one strip which is posted on my fridge. It consists of Calvin's Dad telling him about the future.  He says that one day we will all be connected. Our phones and televisions, even the computers. How someday we will carry it all around with us, and miss the simplicity of letters in the mail.
Calvin's response; " I think I was born in the wrong century."

 So here I am, calling, texting my twins and are we connecting? Nope.

They are blissfully ignoring the ring and buzz. Busy on the monkey bars.
 Where they should be. 

 Still, would it kill them to Answer the Phone! 
(Suddenly I am getting flashes of the future. Yikes)

Guess I'll go hang upside down for a bit.

The Dark Side

 Being blond, 6' 1, and 145 lbs isn't always as good as it sounds like it would be. I'm not complaining, I'm VERY grateful for my genetic make up. However, there are many days when I get attention that I would just as soon avoid. Granted, somedays it helps me out. But often it's just to much.
(Like when I am at the newly joined gym)

 So about every two years I go Dark Side. Way dark. Some call it Camouflage, some call it tricky, I call it Channeling Hera. The catch to the Dark Side is that it alters my personality a smidge. I become a tad more bold, and bit more cold.

My girls love it, and my son hates it.
Scott says "I never know who I am going to come home to!"
Yoda says "Clouds everything The Dark Side does. Impossible is the future to see."

 Everybody's got a Dark Side. Mine is just more pronounced now.
And may I add, I look good Dark Side. 
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To The (Un)Dead

 Once upon a time someone said of me "She has no friends." It was meant to be scathing, and it did sting. But, then I thought about it. The truth is, I don't have friends. 

 I'm picky.

 Plus I don't like people all that much to begin with, and I have encountered 'people' whom, I'm quite sure, aren't human at all. (Really) On the occasion that someone come's to my life who has a similar chemistry, a different perspective, and who makes me think, something amazing and trans-formative happens. It takes time, but those people don't merely become friends. Those people become Family.

 A couple of years ago, one member of my Family chose to Die. The suicide was carried out in a most painful manner, and when I see him about the town my heart hurts. In my spring cleaning I have found many things corresponding to his term in my life, and the life of my family. The sight of them made me smile and laugh.
My children came in and saw the litter of past persons then asked "What happened to him anyway?"
But after sifting through it all I sat in silence for a while, remembering why I don't like people.
(Or viscus vapors masquerading as people)

Here's to the undead; May you have peace and joy on your path.

The Art Of . . . . Art . .

. . Is something I know little about.

But hanging out with my girls I may yet learn.

   Going into week two of Spring Break my daughters are going a bit wonky, and I am beginning to wonder how I will fill their summer days. Today after many chores and much begging to listen to something other than "Mom's Loud Music" they put on the Harry Potter audio books and decided that today's medium would be markers and ceramic piggy banks. They set about giving the pig's eyelashes and hair. Bows, brows and necklaces followed. Then butterfly's, Easter Eggs, and rainbows were careful placed by slender, discerning fingers upon those clinking, plump purses. Four chapters later the swine emerged, transformed into fancy money keepers fit for their crafty owners.

 During this creative process, amid the giggles and opinion exchange I see the inspiration for new works of my own.

Wonderful.

Eating Tree's

Family is a funny thing.

My parents, his parents, my sisters, his sisters. All weirdo's.
No less odd is my home. In fact, if you ask that first bunch, we are most certainly
'Way Out There'.

 Part of our family has been heavily engaged in works of service for the last twenty or so years. They have made limitless sacrifices and taught many life changing/challenging lessons to those they encounter in their path. It has been a different view coming into this side, and seeing what they all have learned, enjoyed, and missed. 


 The time for them to be at the helm of these obligations is coming to a close. And, as with all endings, many new beginnings.  To make the transition run more smoothly, the whole family will be brought together for a day or so, from far and wide. We will celebrate things passing and things to come. My part will be dessert.

I think it should be a tree.

A tall, strong tree with good roots, and long limbs.