Solstice

Today is the longest day of the year. In my note about SAD I read that there’s a syndrome of Reverse SAD. That’s a hypomania, heightened anxiety. I don’t know if this tongue-lashing and biting is from that or left over from the Celexa. Have to give it time and see. Meanwhile, I’m not having to take ibuprofen very often. In fact, I’m almost completely off it. That’s REAL good. I’ve gone through one and a half bottles of that med, out of a two bottle package of 100 tablets each. I was taking two every three hours when it was bad.

Last night I got home from Vivian’s and got on line. Surfed some, finished reading Coffee At The Zoo, and dragged my ass to bed. Then I lay there and tossed and turned, snoozed and woke up, tossed and turned, until the last time I looked at the clock it read 5 a.m. Then I slept until 1. At least I got some sleep.

Didn’t call Patty to see if she wanted a treatment. I’ll have to ask her tomorrow if she wants to continue them. Last night I asked Vivian what she saw for me with this healing gift. She said, “Nobody from this complex.” Well, that’s for sure: Jackie’s fighting tooth and nail not to let anyone get near me. That’s her bad karma. Anyway, Viv said I’d find people to work on at the church. But for me to remember that most people don’t want to get better. They’re also afraid of it. So I’ll just have to wait, and offer when they open up. Seems sad, when I’ve got this boiling hands syndrome. Must be SOMETHING I’m supposed to do with it. Okay, Universe, I’m open to being a channel for healing. Make my Thy instrument.

After crawling out of bed this afternoon, Vivian called and offered coffee. Being no fool, I got down there as fast as possible. Two and a half cups later, I was sloshing inside and her son-in-law was due any moment. Back up here I got online and deleted some emails, read a few things and got ready to hit the grocery store.

I’ve had a real bad case of red rash and pus pockets on my face and forehead. I even have pimples on my nose. So I bought a bottle of astringent and a package of cotton wipes. I figure if I keep my face squeaky clean, it’ll cut down on the pores clogging up – and the zits. If this doesn’t do it, I’ll go get a store clerk – hopefully Billie – and see what she suggests. I may need both an astringent AND a face cream. I don’t know about the cream, the oil comes back gangbusters after a shower, but it might be worth a try. The next step is Merle Norman or Mary Kay. Maybe Kay has something in the Avon line, don’t know. I really don’t remember any big splash of cosmetics in their catalog, though. Still, worth a call.

And after all that, there’s Speck. Or Stawowy. She’s cash up front, but might be able to tell me what to do, conclusively. If she gives me a script I might not be able to afford it…but at least I’d know for sure.

Today the store had the Light yogurt. Last time they were out of that and I had to get the regular. Doesn’t seem to be a great difference in the taste. So I have enough options that I don’t need to walk out of there empty-handed. That’s good to know.

Tomorrow is Third Sunday, which is Abundance Sunday. That means Prosperity Banks and Potluck afterwards. I’ll be counting the offering, so I’ll have to get a plate first. Mike helps count on Thirds, and his wife’ll bring us something. Then I’ve got to go to Subway – with the coupons – and get a couple of 6” subs. Vivian gave me money for it. A six inch is two meals for her. It’ll be supper for me. And maybe I won’t have to go to the grocery store tomorrow.

Third Sunday is when I run the podium, too. Gotta remember to talk about the Building Fund Bucket by the door.

It’s in the high 90s outside. That makes the truck real warm when I go out and just hop in. I need to wait for a few moments before I get in, let the heat boil out. But I usually just jump in and roll the window down after I’ve started the engine. I gotta remember that my meds make me less able to tell when I’m hot or cold. That can be dangerous if I don’t watch out.

I’m sitting here and these words are just flowing out of me. I’m a bit jangled, because there isn’t a story line behind them, but the actual words are flowing. That tells me I can still Make Stuff Up. All I need is a tale to tell.

Hmmm. I could take one of my characters from Coffee At The Zoo and go do an in-depth study. Make up a whole book about them. Or write a new Choices. I could sit here and crank out a bunch of short stories, all tied together, and make another book. I could even put together all my present short stories and get that on Lulu. All I’d need is a cover.

Monday is the Cactus Party at the new church property. We gotta go rake up the pieces of prickly pear the site clearers left. If any piece is still there it’ll grow. Thus, time for leaf rakes and tongs and hoes. Shouldn’t take long, there’s not that much on the ground, but it’s gotta be done. I have this open pickup, so I’m hauling the trash cans over there and back. Fred’s truck has a camper top so he can’t sweep it out easily.

Today I’m feeling pretty good. I’m not depressed, not elated, just sorta here. Yeah, blah. I think I need a nap. Not sleeping regular hours is really hard on me.