This is how I feel this morning.
Like I’m staring into a bright light.
Ugh.
Author: meisaj
Living in the Cleve
Story Time 3
A cane is generally nothing special.
Its indicative of intelligence, obstinate, or being something unique. That’s what movies and tv told him. But really, in the eyes of an 8 year old it was nothing special.
Jack, he had a cane. He stole from a store. He was pretty good with his hands, especially for an 8 year old, so stealing a cane, not a problem.
Now that he had it though, he didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t even know why he stole it. Just that it was there, by the door, and he was on his way out. Other kids left the mall with toys, games, and other childish things. Jack though, he stole a cane and just kept walking until he was out of the store.
The mall was close to his hide out. Jack built it in the woods near his house. Just a lean-to made of sticks and some tarp he had found. He kept a stereo there, some books, and some apples in a basket. Now he kept his cane there too. If his parents looked closely out the back window they could see his lean-to, but everyone else would just see the woods.
Jack had an unusual amount of trust from his parents. He often was allowed to stay out in his hiding spot late into the night. He would lay there, with the tape deck listening to tv shows he had recorded until he heard his parents scream for him from the back porch.
If he closed his eyes and listened he could picture the shows in his head. Not what was on the tv, but how he thought they should look like.
Tonight however, he listened to the woods instead of the stereo. He looked at the branches, the leaves, hear the rustle and squirrels jumping around and felt completely at ease.
He laid there for hours, just staring. The dark welcomed him. Starting slowly however, he saw a yellow spot. At first he thought it was the moon shining through. Although the forest canopy usually blocked the moon, when the wind blew hard enough he could find it. But this light grew larger and larger, like something was coming down through the trees.
Jack, for some reason, wasn’t scared. He did however clutch the cane in his right hand. The light couldn’t be more than ten feet above him, but at the same time seemed miles away.
Then it dropped….
Blood and Guts
I’ve had this Wussy song stuck in my head all day.
Its called Blood and Guts, and is from an album called Rigor Mortis a few years old.
(Verse)
If someday you’ll land somewhere safely
Send me back a mal
The flights have all been grounded lately
Landing in my lap
(Chorus)
Blood and guts, blood and guts
Blood and guts, let’s go waiting
Blood and guts, blood and guts
Blood and guts, let’s go waiting
(Verse)
Time’s up, party is over
Guess the filing passed
All laid out beneath the clover
Happiness at last
(Chorus)
Blood and guts, blood and guts
Blood and guts, let’s go waiting
Blood and guts, blood and guts
Blood and guts, let’s go waiting
(Verse)
If someday you’ll land somewhere safely
Send me back a mal
The flights have all been grounded lately
Landing in my lap
(Chorus x2)
Blood and guts, blood and guts
Blood and guts, let’s go waiting
Blood and guts, blood and guts
Blood and guts, let’s go waiting
Save someone, save someone
Blood and guts
Save someone, save someone
Blood and guts
Save someone, save someone
Blood and guts
Save someone, save someone
Blood and guts
Save someone, save someone
Blood and guts
Save someone, save someone
Blood and guts
Its way better than you think. The lyrics don’t do the song justice, although, like most songs it is better once you know the lyrics.
Anyways, do yourself a favor, and go listen to the song here. You can download a whole album of rarities called Berneice Huff and Son, Bill Sings Popular Favorites.
Weird title, awesome album.
Remember that time
You remember that time it was pouring out, with high winds, and that erie low buzzing sound that makes it seem like aliens are landing just over the horizon.
Yeah… That was this morning.
The Idea Is…
The idea is to slowly wake up earlier, to add to my morning productivity.
Currently I wake up at 5:50 AM, do push ups and sit ups, shower, dress, feed Angelo, make coffee or tea, make lunch, put contacts in, brush my teeth and comb my hair, pack my bag and am out the door at 6:35 – 6:45. It is a lot.
What I want to add to my mornings is some down time to read the news, drink a little coffee while here at home, and maybe write an extended blog entry in the morning. I figure that needs an extra ten minutes. Maybe instead of the Aeropress (best coffee maker made by a Frisbee company – or any other company) and use the french press to make coffee instead so I can have that extra cup of coffee without the extra effort.
We’ll see. Today the alarm went off at 5:30, and then again at 5:45, and I got out of bed at 5:50
And by writing this I’m now running late.
Best of Intentions, Right?
I’ll Admit…
I’ll admit… it probably wasn’t smart to watch the first episode of American Horror Story right before going to bed last night. Not that I was scared or freaked out or anything, but it set the mood for dark, quiet night.
We went to bed and I fell asleep to Futurama (like I always do) but woke up about twenty minutes later wide awake. The bane of falling asleep for a whole night is the twenty minute power nap because I was wide awake. At that point it was past midnight, and it was so quiet in my apartment I could hear everything.
Every time I moved my arm I could hear it on the sheets. I hear every click and bang from the radiator. I heard every car that passed in the front of the apartment. Every time a guinea pig took a drink of water in the other room it was loud and clear to me. I laid awake for about ten minutes hearing every thing, one at a time, loud and clear as if it had been through a speaker.
And then, as it started to quiet down Angelo started bolting up and down the hallway. He’d run as fast as he could (and loudly!) down the hardwood floored hallway, stop at the end and let out a few meows, then bolt back the other direction. He did this four or five times, before I got out of bed to see what was freaking him out. I walked into the kitchen and he was just sitting there staring at me.
Now our stove is a little odd. You can actually hear the pilot light in the oven if its really quiet. It can be confusing, and was, before we figured out what it was. It just sounds like a lighter flame flickering in the wind. Regardless of the knowing what the noise was, in a pitch black apartment, with wind blowing outside, and every noise bolstered, the pilot light added to the atmosphere.
I lured Angelo to the bedroom with some kitty treats, and was able to get him to his spot on bed (Angelo has a spot that he sleeps in, its his). I put some Futurama on my phone, and two episodes later (and some sleep talking by Sam) I fell asleep.
I had weird dreams I wish I remembered, but it was an odd night and I can trace it all back to watching American Horror Story. So my advice to you, shut off the lights, get ready for bed, and throw on the first episode of American Horror Story. It was great.