Yesterday, we had storms all day. Nature, with its dark skies, rain, wind, thunder, and lightning, put on an amazing show. It began very early and continued throughout the night. But now, it is a gorgeous sunny day with all the critters making full use of the cool sunny weather. Birds, squirrels, dragonflies, honeybees, and butterflies are now putting on their amazing show. I have my Paddywax Jane Austen candle burning…it’s gardenia, tuberose, and jasmine…and the scent is so spring-like. On stormy days, I usually burn the John Steinbeck candle which is smoked birch and amber or my Earnest Hemingway candle which is cardamom, absinthe, and sandalwood. Of the 3 candles I currently have, my favorite is the Steinbeck candle. I’ve always liked those “heavier” scents. My very favorite combination of essential oils that I wear is patchouli and jasmine. Those are 2 of my very favorite scents. If I wear actual cologne or perfume, I prefer things like Phlur’s Greylocke or 1 of the many that I have that has a hint of patchouli. A more sensuous scent, if you will. Smell is 1 of my strongest senses. I can smell something and it will take me back to the exact time that I first experienced it. It will bring a rush of memories…good or bad…to which I physically and emotionally react. The same thing happens when I listen to music which also brings back a flood of memories. It’s amazing how our mind and body react to these things…how we can feel the exact emotion that we had originally felt upon experiencing those scents and sounds. I might laugh or cry, smile or feel regret or a twinge of sadness or a sense of loss, or it might even drag me down into full-blown depression for a while. Yesterday, I took a musical trip back to the past and it was good for both my heart and soul. It was not unlike yesterday’s storm that came through and cleared the air of its heaviness and then today’s brilliant sunshiney beauty which is so light and airy. We live in cycles…up and down and in between, just like the weather. It’s natural and there’s no way around it. We just have to experience it as it happens and know that changes are always on the way. A natural rhythm. Nothing is permanent because the wheel is always turning.
I just wanted to say that if you’re into scents like I am, you really do need to check out Paddywax’s line of candles. They have the authors line, apothecary line, and several others. Every one of the candles that I have purchased, through Amazon, have been amazing. They are a little pricey but worth it. They are hand poured soy wax and are made in Nashville, TN. They are long burning and some are subtle while others are extremely fragrant. Just search for Paddywax to see all of their candles.
I have been setting up my new computer, listening to Tom Petty’s The Best of Everything, The Definitive Career Spanning Hits Collection 1976 – 2016 and watching and listening to the storms. Storms make me happy. Even when they are violent, they make me feel peaceful. It’s as though the rain is washing away all the negative things from inside and outside of me. The storms have dissipated for now but there are more out west that seem to be heading this way so this evening could be exciting. But, I do love watching lightning when it’s dark outside. The computer setup was uneventful even though I couldn’t do exactly what I had planned to do. 1 thing that I truly love about this computer is that the camera actually slides in and out of the top of the computer so that when you’re not using it, you can just push it back down and not have to worry about someone sneaking onto the camera uninvited. Oh, now the music has changed…Toad the Wet Sprocket. They are 1 of my favorite ’80s – ’90s bands. Their album Dulcinea was my favorite album for the longest time. Something’s Always Wrong is from that album and it is such a deep song…especially if you listen and read the lyrics at the same time to see the “spaces in between”. Music is such a huge part of my life. My dad was and my brother is so extremely instrumentally and vocally talented. I did not receive the instrumental gene but did get the vocal gene, however, I did a lot of damage to my vocal abilities in my 20s. I sang in local bands and did a little studio backup singing when my brother was working as a sound engineer. Because of my introversion, in order to be able to really belt out a song onstage, I had to be, let’s just say, drunk on my ass. I belted so hard and so often while so drunk, that I damaged my vocal cords and, instead of following my doctor’s orders to rest and take care of them, I just kept belting out the tunes because I had more loyalty to the bands than to my own wellbeing. I usually sang alto but could hit the high notes when necessary. That is no longer true. I do okay as long as I stick to the lower registers. I was young, stupid, and didn’t know any better. About the only time I sing when others are around is when I’ve had a bit too much tequila, which doesn’t happen that often. But I’ve been singing today here in my Magical Writing Haven while setting up the computer and listening to the wind, rain, and thunder. It was a great accompaniment but I’m a little hoarse now. That happens more often as I get older. Changes. I’ll end this on that note.
Some days are everything that you could possibly hope for while others are more like nightmares. Some race past you while others just sit still like stagnant water. During the work week, I really like for days to speed by but I want my weekends to just drag slowly past. But it usually ends up being just the opposite and that sucks because there is always so much that I want to accomplish on the weekends. I did get a reprieve this weekend because the striping company was going to come out to do our parking lot and the fire lane next door on Saturday but since there a 100% chance of storms and thunderstorms he is going to do it tomorrow after we close. I can deal with that because Friday is kind of a throwaway because you spend most of the evening just decompressing from the week. Saturday is the weekend all day long. Sunday is kind of my pre-Monday, so after about 3:00, it’s also a throwaway day. I’m busy getting things ready for the week. But I have a new computer sitting in my Magical Writing Haven in its box and that will be my Saturday. I love new technology. I’ve been using my laptop but I wanted a desktop with a 24″ monitor, at least 1 terabyte, and 8 gigabytes of RAM. I got all of that for a great price direct from Lenovo. And the CPU is actually in the monitor so I don’t have to worry about finding a space for a separate CPU. That’s a big help since space in my Haven is extremely limited. So I am looking forward to Saturday. Depending upon how late the stripers are here tomorrow night, I’ll probably get started on it when I get home from work. Or, maybe I’ll work on it a little tonight. There is some rearranging that will have to be done but not a lot. But I don’t care how much work it takes because I HAVE A NEW DESKTOP COMPUTER! I’m hoping that it will make me more excited about writing again. I will have to migrate files over from my laptop but that’s not too big of a deal since I have a lot of them on a flash drive. Plus, I have some large capacity drives that I can copy everything onto and upload it in a chunk. Well, I need to get out of here so I can go home and at least start moving things around in preparation for the unboxing of the computer. I cannot wait! Tomorrow will probably drip slowly away. But that’s just how things happen!
That’s not a bad thing except when bad things are happening in your life and you want nothing more than to crawl into bed, pull the covers up over your head and sleep for a few days. But you can’t because you have a family, work, organizations, etc…, that are depending on you to do what you’re supposed to be doing. You have to take care of sick family members, check your child’s homework, earn money to pay the bills, call the plumber, finish that report for your boss, and a multitude of other things. Then, and only then, can you pull those covers up over your head. If life weren’t that way, planner companies and self-help programs and authors would go out of business. I personally have bought more than my fair share of Franklin Covey and Day Runner planners, organization and self-help books and any and everything that might help me stay on track and keep up with my responsibilities. Some have helped and some were a huge waste of money. But I’m still on the lookout for that magical formula that will get and keep my life organized and on track. I’ve found bits and pieces but I’m still looking for everything in 1 planner, book, or program. I really like Danielle LaPorte’s planner. It’s based on her Core Desired Feelings. It gets to the heart of what you desire and how you desire to feel. And what you need to do to achieve both. I just got a new planner that is all about working your plan to reach your goal in a year. Let’s just see how that works. Fortunately, it’s not dated so you can start at any time. I plan to start on Saturday. I’m not giving up on my goal of being a published author so I will keep searching for the best way to get there until I do actually get there! And I will get there.
As much as I love the storms, I also love what it feels like after the storms have passed. The air is clean, the sun is brighter, and it just feels crisp outside even though it should be a bit too warm for the air to actually feel crisp. I think that the electrical charge of the lightning has something to do with that…ions and all. Everything just feels lighter, including me. It’s a very good feeling. I feel like setting goals and actually meeting them…not procrastination. All of that is in spite of having a terrible toothache. And why do I have that? Cowardice, pure and simple. I have an awful phobia when it comes to dentists and any kind of dental procedure. I have to have nitrous just to have a cavity filled. This isn’t some random phobia…I earned it. When I was 17, our family dentist was performing what should have been a run of the mill root canal, because he was addicted to pain medicine, it went wrong. First, it started at 7:30am and I didn’t get out of that room until after 3:00pm. I was on nitrous the entire time. And that root canal caused me issues for years. It took 8 years for me to go back to a dentist. And he was awesome. It was through him that I found that Dr. Thorsen was a drug addict and had killed himself by overdosing on pain meds. Being a diabetic, I am already predisposed to complications when it comes to dental procedures so even though my new dentist was beyond excellent, every procedure had complications. When I had my 2 wisdom teeth extracted, I had dry sockets continuously for almost 2 weeks because they wouldn’t heal. Then I had to go to an endontist to have that original root canal redone…3 times. He drilled in through the top of the crown twice then he finally had to go into it from the bottom. So, more dental trauma. All went pretty well from that point on but after my dentist retired, I had some more bad experiences. But now I’m with a good dentist so I trust his referral to the oral surgeon. And now, whether I trusted the referral or not, I have no choice. At least they use anesthesia so I’ll be out! I can do that! But I am not getting the implant because I don’t want to risk it. My bottom teeth are a little crowded so I thing I’ll be okay with the teeth spreading out. Now the dread sets in but it’s hurting so badly that I will almost be relieved to get it done. Almost.
I was going through all of my music and came across 1 of my absolute, total, and complete favorites…Nanci Griffith. During my abusive marriage and my eventual escape, I listened to her nonstop. I 1st discovered her in 1985 when she made her 1st appearance on a PBS show called Austin City Limits. You could just hear Texas when she spoke and sang. She has been classified as a folk, country, and pop artist. I think she’s most definitely a folk singer. She writes a large number of her songs, plays acoustic guitar, and has a wonderful, melodious singing voice with such range. I bought all of her cassettes, then upgraded to CDs, then everything available on iTunes, and now she has her own playlist in my Amazon Music Unlimited. I have taken her with me for 34 years and counting. I always listened to her when I was writing because she inspired me. She was born and raised in Texas, just like me, was creative and a poet, also like me, and her poetry and music has been played and heard all over the world, just like I want my writing to be read. She made me want to be someone’s touchstone. I feel like I owe a lot to Nanci Griffith…for being my comfort in difficult times, for making me want to dance in happier times, for putting me to sleep at night and waking me up in the morning, and making me truly crave to express my creativity through my writing. I guess that what I’ve been missing lately is Nanci backing me up. Well, she’s back now and I’m ready to create! Also, if you’ve never heard of her…give her a listen. I like her earlier music best because it was there for me when I felt afraid and lost and then helped me emerge from that time of my life.
I am sitting here in my Magical Writing Haven watching and hearing magic. We are in the midst of a storm and fortunately, it’s not an especially violent one…nearby counties to the east and south of us are in a tornado watch but we are not. That doesn’t mean that a tornado definitely won’t happen, just that statistically it’s not as likely to happen. In Texas during the springtime, we go on high alert when the skies begin to grow dark, the wind picks up and grows calm and it becomes eerily quiet and then the silence is broken by the crash of thunder and the darkening skies are illuminated by strike after strike of lightning. But in this moment, the thunder and lightning are so just amazing…so loud and bright. And in the midst of all that, there are doves cooing outside my window. Such a juxtaposition between the violence of a storm and the peace that is implied by the presence of the doves. While we Texans are hunkered down and trepidatious in the midst of a spring storm, nature just keeps doing its thing with little to no worries. Maybe we all need to internalize that message…no matter how chaotic and scary life is, we can’t spend all of our time worrying about it. We have to address the chaos and fear, then move on and be our best self. Turn those things into something positive. Like so many people have pointed out, our lives are not a dress rehearsal…this is it…opening night and everyone that loves and hates us, as well as complete strangers, your critics, and people that are just hoping that you’ll trip and fall flat on your face when you emerge from the wings of the stage are here. So step onto the stage, hit your mark, and give them the show of a lifetime. And then wait for the applause.
Today has actually been pretty calm and uneventful. No emergencies to be handled. No blood lost. No excitement at all. I like it but also worry about the proverbial calm before the storm so I can’t let myself relax just yet. I will feel better once I get out of here and get home. Then I’ll be able to breathe. I’m hoping that the weekend is just as quiet so I can get some creativity flowing and actually complete something. I think that I’ll spend some time doing a little “me” work as well. But right now, I am going to get a couple of things finished here, get some way too expensive gas, head home, feed my strays and ferals, get inside, get comfortable while Rick fixes fried cod, and homemade onion rings. After that, I’ll either get creative or go to bed so I can get an early start tomorrow. Depends on how I feel. I’ll let you know tomorrow!
It’s 9:00pm and I’ve been home for about 45 minutes. Work went crazy today. I had a stack of paperwork to fill out for a couple of municipal bids but I had to put that aside because there was a bit of an emergency at work and, since I’m over operations and safety, it all fell on me to handle it. I had to get plumbers, Atmos Energy (natural gas) emergency people out as well Dallas’s emergency water utilities personnel to come out…all after 3:00pm. And you know what? I got it done. Of course, I was there until after 8:00pm. I haven’t eaten dinner. I’m tired. I already dread my alarms going off tomorrow morning. But I am so happy that tomorrow is Friday! I just can’t catch a break though. There’s either a work emergency or home emergency. Rick is still struggling because of his low blood pressure but we’ve gone over 48 hours with no blood loss. I told him today that I’m going to get a sign like places have that say no accidents in x# of days except it will say no blood lost in x# of days. You have to have a sense of humor about it or it will really get you down. Well, that’s about all I have to say. And I still need to find something to eat. Have a great night!
I am running on about 2 hours of sleep and am about half brain dead after taking a required online safety training class that took most of the day and I still have material that I have to study offline. At least it was interesting…to me anyway. So, why did I only get a couple of hours of sleep last night? Rick. After I published my blog yesterday afternoon, I decided to take a nap. About 15 minutes into the nap, I’m just about asleep when I hear Rick screaming, “DONNA, DONNA, HELP ME, I NEED YOUR HELP!” So, I jump up and run out of the bedroom and I see him sitting on a stool with his back to me. Just as I come around the counter into the kitchen, I see an arc of blood squirt across the kitchen and my 1st thought was that he’d somehow opened the previous wound but, now, it was a new 1 on his other leg. He’s holding a blood-soaked wad of paper towels against it and I grabbed our newly expanded first aid kit that includes the same kind of bandages that the EMTs used on Thursday to stop the blood flow as well as some Israeli battle ready compression bandages. I grabbed the EMT type bandage and went to work. Got it on, topped it with a wide ACE bandage and that stopped it. If it hadn’t, I don’t know that I had another trip to the ER left in me. He’s doing well. Blood pressure is still really low so his doctor took him off of some of his blood pressure medication. Hopefully, that will help. Now, I am going home, getting things done, and go to bed early. Hopefully, there will be no more of Rick’s blood spilled tonight or any other night.