Cockroach

Reblog because well she is JUST THAT GOOD!!!

TheFeatheredSleep

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looked up in to sky

saw there

her future

we are cockroaches

she told her husband that evening at dinner

as he sat trying to eat fast so he could check his messages

annoyed and perpetually irritated with her queries and words

he wished momentarily he could seal her in an Amazon Prime box

and return her with a free print it yourself label

if only marriage were as easy as that to dissolve

okay I’ll take the bait, why are we cockroaches?

he replied eventually with a weary voice, if only to get her to stop

standing with wet hands from washing in the kitchen center

unaware of how absurd and unattractive she was

with her rolled shoulders and sagging bust line

why can’t she look like the girls I subscribe to?

a lazy thought passed behind his eyes as he vainly tried

and failed

to show a…

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The view from down here

I spent two hours on the floor because my leg was in such stabbing pain I couldn’t move. While down there I discovered the lost heart monitor. Hmm, heart rate pretty high on the floor. Oxygen a little low. PROBABLY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE MY LEG IS DYING!!! But I found the heart monitor that my daughter had lost the day before. And I noticed/wished/ acknowledged the great need for someone, anyone to sweep under the couch. It is criminal under there!

The view down here is interesting. 

Like why have a plant shelf that will just hold non-plants, decorative, materialistic unimportant things, to collect dust. WHYYY I ASK YOU??


I do like my shelves because I love the things on the shelves. Pictures of my daughter jumping horses, shells, stones, little vases, pottery that my daughter made. Not clear pictures because my ipad is resting on my chest.


Seriously, I am still on the floor. My daughter brought me zofran so I didn’t throw up, alcohol to smell so I didn’t pass out, and some ginger to chew on. 

So from this view you see this picture/painting. It is stupid. Like why on earth do we have this hanging! Because it takes up the space on the wall, I liked one of the flowers, and oh right it was free. My old “friend” was trashing it and I snatched that sucker up. The sheet on the couch…my daughter doesn’t want to sit on a dead animal. Her prerogative. We respect each other’s wishes around here.  I do like my little lamp. My mother called it a “”bedroom lamp” whatever the fuck that means. I like the little crystal things hanging off of it. And I LOVE the gourd my friend etched and painted for me for my husband and my, me and my husband, yes, I do not know correct grammar on that one, anniversary. The feather in it is because if you did not know already I LOVE BIRDS!!!!!!


I REALLY AM ON THE FLOOR. TOTALLY NOT KIDDING. BUT NEVER FEAR I AM BEING MONITORED. 


During my monitoring I had a full face make over because, well, what else is there to do and I have a fantastic daughter. If a woman is to lay, lie, or whatever grammar would be THERE on the floor then I suppose she may as well be getting a make over. 

Seriously, I got a make over. We even took a picture! 


I did eventually get off of the floor after wrapping my leg. My daughter took a picture of it. It looks like the size of my calf. My left quad is in serious need of prayers because at this point we have no idea what is causing this to happen. 


Today has been a huge rollercoaster of a day. My leg feeling like it was being stabbed was not as short lived as I had hoped. 

I did look out the back door for 30 seconds to see that my gardenia had bloomed! The one that almost died and was mere sticks, that never blooms past April, and there she was, blooming her little heart out. 

From laying/lying on the floor to looking at and smelling a gardenia. That is a rollercoaster. But…right as I leaned down to take a picture of the gardenia my most favorite little wren sang a song. I recorded it for my friends who are blind and cannot see my pictures. You can hear the wren sing. Right after I stopped recording my sweet owl called out. I’d say the good definitely won for today. 

Must find something good…

I have had 24 hours of relentless anxiety. It is full on PTSD but with an unknown trigger. And my left leg is in unbearable pain. Screaming out pain. Throw up pain. 

I forced myself to leave the house and find something beautiful. Something good. Something that I could focus on for just one minute other than all of this. 

The sky always takes me away. Just for a moment. I will take that moment. And then I came upon vibrant yellow flowers on the  side of the road and a black butterfly. Two black butterflies wrapped up in each other in the air and then landing on the flower then wrapped up in each other in the air then back on the flower. They had a beautiful dance going on. It made me want to dance with my husband. 

And another rock with a flower! I guess I am not the only one in the world who has a rock with a flower growing out of it. It was the palest of pink and so delicate. I actually got up and walked over to it to take the picture. I’m glad I put on shoes which I never do because I cannot walk in them. 




I found some good. I found some beauty. I’ve made it back to my front porch and I am forcing away tears from the pain in my leg.  Must focus on the good. Must focus on the good. 

I think the only thing I CAN do at this point is get back into my owl jammies and call it a day:

Bloomers for today, the good reigns over the bad #SoCs

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 24/17

GOOD WILL REIGN OVER BAD. TODAY’S BLOOMS ON MY FLOWERS REMIND ME THAT GOOD WILL PREVAIL. 

MY PINK ROSE OF SHARON, MY CREPE MYRTLES, MY PENTAS, MY HYDRANGEA, (MY TEA OLIVE THAT NEVER HAS EVER BLOOMED IN JUNE):


AND THIS LITTLE MUSHROOM BECAUSE IT IS SO PRECIOUS THAT IT JUST HAS TO REPRESENT GOOD.

AND LOOK AT THIS: MY NEIGHBOR GOT A BEE HIVE AND HERE MUST BE ONE OF HIS BEES POLLINATING THIS FLOWER. I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET THIS PICTURE:


THE BEAUTIUFL SKY MUST PROVE THAT GOOD REIGNS! THE SUN IS BURSTING FORTH:


AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST TODAYS BLOOMER…ME. I HAD MY HAIR CUT AND MY DAUGHTER TOOK SOME PICTURES. CUTTING OFF THE DEAD AND BROKEN HAIR WAS CUTTING OFF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TRIED TO BREAK ME WITH THEIR ABUSE, THEIR JUDGMENT, AND THEIR MANIPULATION. THE GOOD HAS REIGNED OVER EVIL. I HAVE BEEN VICTORIOUS. MY HAIR IS MY TRANSFORMATION INTO VICTORY. ONE STEP AT A TIME. 

This little critter

So in our area of Florida this animal would be considered a “critter.” He is an armadillo. I was taking the recycling out and there he was. That little guy walked right up to me so close that I kept stepping backwards. I have never had an armadillo come right up to me before. He was so…bizarre looking. I have to tell you I found nothing cute or adorable about him which is a rarity for me! But he did have a winning personality so he gets points for that!!! He lost a few points there at the end because he smelled positively foul. Now I will know that particular smell if I come across it again!He actually gets extra points for being the highlight of my day though.  It was not a pleasant day. It was one of those worrisome, negative thought, negative emotion, gloom and doom days. But he made me smile so he gets a gold star. 


My dogs lives.

I was planning a big post on our dogs and their lives and how, incredible they were. But I couldn’t do it. My heart is still too fragile and I miss them so much. I did pick a few pictures. My daughter used to do dog agility with both of them. They loved it. Every afternoon after school she dedicated her time to her dogs. And when they weren’t with her they were going on 2 miles wheelchair runs with me or snuggled up. Our beds were their beds. I was out walking today and met a man who was walking a yellow lab. He told me that he didn’t have a fence and his dog was an outside dog who was in a pen. My heart just sunk. I said, “So he lives in prison.” And I couldn’t believe I said it. Then I spent the next 20 minutes telling him how important walking the dog and just putting up a cheap farm fenced area so the dog could at least run. My heart broke for the dog. But that is how I am. After I left the man I saw a beetle walking across the road. It was missing his front left leg. But he was hobbling along. I told him I understood his frustration. I was going to sit and make sure he made it across the road. A man in a golf cart zipped past and said, “Protecting that beetle are you?” Which I found so endearing that he noticed the beetle too! 

Here are a few pictures of my dogs. There was no pen for them. They knew freedom!

If you turn the volume up you can hear what Jessy thought about his life. He told us every day all day!