I’m avoiding people for the most part. I seem very detached from most things and most people.
A cat showed up a few days ago. I brought him in yesterday I think it was. I’ve been looking on Craigslist to see if anyone lost him. I’ll be housing his little self for a bit. until I can find his owners or find him a new home. I think this is cat #3 in the last year or so that’s come in my yard and stayed. He sleeps in the baby carriage which is too sweet for words.
I’m fatigued, spacey and concerned about it. What have I forgotten? Who was I supposed to call? Where was I supposed to be today? My head is blank and I just want to go to sleep.
Fife’s daughter called on the 21st and said she was canceling Christmas. She said no one should come over because she wasn’t going to do a tree, make dinner or give out presents. She said the only present she’s giving this year are stocks to her 10 year old son. The boy is getting stocks for Christmas. He’ll be in therapy by the time he’s thirty. I didn’t realize she has the power to cancel someone’s holiday but evidently that power has been given to her.
Both Fife Junior and Senior will be here Christmas day which means I won’t have the house to myself this year. At first I was a bit upset about that but now that I think about it if my mother makes an appearance I won’t be here alone to deal with it. Having Gus here is one thing, having someone here that says he “protects what belongs to him” is yet another. Yeah, sometimes I need protection. This time it’s protection in the form of assurance that I’m not alone in all of this.
My dreams are as usual. Last night was just as bad as the night before and the night before that. Dr. D had very interesting things to say about my latest dream concerning the waterbed and toilet overflowing. I like hearing his take on my dreams.
So far there’s been no real winter depression. I think everything right now is pretty much therapy related. Emotionally I’m exhausted. Physically I’m tapped.
It’s rather difficult to hold a thought in my head too long. It’s almost as if there’s a curtain in my head that is blown by the wind. I can almost see what’s behind that curtain but then the wind stops blowing. For a second I think I’ll be able to see what’s causing this dissociation and blocking but it stays hidden. It feels like emotional peek-a-boo only I never get a clear look at what’s hiding.
I finally got a new toilet seat yesterday. The thing finally cracked in half. I made enough in art sales this season to get it and quite a few things I’ve needed but couldn’t really afford. I also got a request to do a mural in a child’s room. That should be very stressful but nice.
No peppermint peeps this year. What’s up with that? I’ve looked everywhere but can’t find them. I like to roast them like marshmallows, they’re good that way.
I got invited to a party on Saturday but there’s no way in hell I’m going. I’m not a group person especially when there will be plenty of alcohol flowing. It’s just not my thing. When I declined I got to listen to how “vanilla” I am. I’d much rather sit by the fireplace with my furry ones than hang in a crowd. Maybe no one will get drunk or get out of hand but still, it’s just not my thing.
I thoroughly enjoy my fish tank. I like the added water fountain too. I hooked it up so that it pulls water from the tank then spills right back in there. It’s gorgeous. I can’t leave it running all day though because the fish will gunk it up. My little $1 rock garden is pretty though.
I’m still doing a flower a day in my sketchbooks. That’s turned out to be very fun.
It’s 4am. I should sleep.
I didn’t realize that not wishing to hang out with a bunch of people whom one may not even know and whom will be drinking, makes one “vanilla”. I guess I, too, am “vanilla” then. Seriously though, that is the first time I have heard that term used for something not pertaining to “bedroom activities”!
It’s the second time I’ve been called “vanilla”. The first time I declined a 3-some, this time I declined a party. Who knows…..perhaps vanilla means a person who will not throw all caution into the wind for a few minutes of so-called fun. I have no idea but I didn’t appreciate it.
At first I was somewhat embarrassed because she called me out like that and went on to tell me how much I disappointed her..I’m never any fun, blah, blah, blah. Keep in mind this is the cashier, I don’t really know this girl. She got louder and louder then started bragging about all the drugs she’s taken.
She bragged about how she found something in the parking lot one time and snorted it. People were looking at her kinda crazy as she listed all the drugs she’s tried. I let her bury herself, paid for my item and left. Yeah, let me go to this party with ya. It’ll be all 31 flavors I’m sure.
Note: When it comes to ice cream I prefer vanilla to any other flavor
Guess I’m vanilla too. I enjoy an occasional party but not very often at all.
Do you have an algae eating fish? My sister got one of those and it really helped her tank a lot.
Merry Christmas to you. I hope you have no unwanted visitors. The new cat is adorable – sleeping in the baby carriage too. How sweet.
And now I’m off to have some vanilla ice cream that I am strangely craving. I thought of you Wednesday when I did a chik-fil-a run and had the most wonderful peppermint milkshake. Yum
Peppermint milkshake? Oh no you didn’t.
Today all the peppermint candy is half off so you know what I’ll be doing today. I’m about to get my mint on.
Yeah I’ve got a placo as well. He’s about 10 inches right now but in the larger tank he’ll get bigger and fatter. I’m kinda proud at how clean my tank is. In addition to maintaining my super awesome filtration system I do weekly water changes, add water softener and do a visual check of their fins and eyes for health. I don’t think regular filters work that well so I have a small bag of rocks that clear amonia, a small bag of carbon clear and a filter sponge. These work very well for fish that put off a lot of waste and a lot of ammonia. The regular store filters just don’t seem to work that well for me. I buy these individually but it still costs less than a box of filters. I pay a total of $6.00 for the three of them and can use them for about 3 months each as long as I rinse them off regularly. For me they work a lot better. I got the idea from the store where I got my fish. This is exactly how they set up their filtration systems. Proudly, my water is as clear and healthy as theirs. (pats self on the back)
The calico lionhead is my favorite of the fish. I’m not sure how obvious it is but of all Gus is my favorite pet. That might be obvious but I’m not certain
Mr. I have to have an after dinner mint and Downy fabric softener on my blankets and pillows.
Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful.
Gotta run, must go buy peppermint.
Austin
I have a fish story I have to share. As my sister was telling me this last night, I was thinking, “I just have to tell Austin about this.”
Sister has a big fish tank – about the size of yours, I think. Hers was found in the basement of her house, left behind by the previous owners. So she dug it out and cleaned it up. Bought some fish. Learned that fish don’t get fat – they get pregnant. Her fish are apparently hermaphrodites. So when the eggs were hatched, she bought a breeding cage (not before some eggs “disappeared” – AKA were eaten). Her kids were delighted to see the fish grow up and be released. Some of the toddler fish were released this week and took over the former abode of the algae-eating fish. The algae eater, being a good grandparent fish let the toddlers have his former house. He moved back to his prior home, which is a smaller rocky dwelling place. The problem is that the rocky dwelling place had shrunk in size (or perhaps the algae eater, like the rest of us, has gained a few pounds with his older age). He got stuck. So my sister, being the good fish mama, tried to unstick him. She pushed on his tail, tugged on his head. Finally she got a spoon and used the curved end to push him through the hole. Unfortunately Mr. Algae Eater now swims in circles so alas, his “wing” (when Sister was telling the story, she couldn’t think of the word “fin” so she called it a wing) must have been injured. When she goes to the store to buy a bigger rock dwelling place, she is going to inquire about fish slings so Mr. Algae eater can heal.
He can heal from the torn fin with high water quality as well as high quality food. This will boost his immune system and help him fight off infection. If there is an infection she can get medications to help with that. He will more than likely be just fine.
If she gouged him and took a nice size chunk out of him then disregard the above advice and tell her to stop using spoons in the aquarium. LOL
Algae eaters are strong and can burrow themselves out of tight spots so there’s usually no need to use the jaws of life to get them out. He was probably hiding from HER then was like omg she’s got a spoon. LOL
The funny thing is I once saw my fish eating in a way I didn’t think was natural. I thought he was choking and wanted to rush in and help him. It wasn’t the case at all. Thank God I decided against an underwater tracheotomy.
fma
LOL – very funny what fish put up with from their human owners. My sister and her family are on their way here for several days so all the fish will get a much needed reprieve from torment. Well except for the cat that will now get to sit and stare at them for hours on end……