Last week, the owner of Mr. Bill’s, where I get my morning latte’s; saw the coffee cuff I designed and crafted on my thermos cup … and she liked it: she said if I’d make some more – especially the Holiday themed ones, she’d put them for sale. She said, “They’ll sell”. So, I made 9 of them and dropped them off yesterday (I was paid $15); and was commissioned to make more for the Christmas Season kickoff. She’ll sell them and make a $0.50 profit on each cuff she buys from me, but that’s okay. I like designing and crafting. I like knowing that other people see value I what I do 😉
I don’t think I’ll ever be doing the Bazaar Circuit
again: I refuse to wear a mask – especially for 8 hours straight when there is
no logically valid reason for doing so; and masks are going to be politically
manipulated, and forever mandated until the end of time. I had fun, and
made good money for my original designed items for many years doing the Bazaars,
but I believe those days are now over.
This morning, I really didn’t want to get out
of bed: it was Saturday, and I just felt like lazing in bed, reading, all day
long – sometimes I do that, for no particular reason other than there is no
real reason to get out of bed.
No job.
No husband.
No kids.
No grandkids.
No clock to set.
No obligations - Nada.
Just me, in my comfy warm bed cocoon – I could
make a thermos of coffee, grab a book, and let morning morph into evening. Easily.
With no guilt whatsoever.
But, with that thought kicking around in my
head, I got up anyway; showered, remade the bed with fresh sheets, got
dressed, planned to grab 2 pieces of fried bacon and 2 Jo’s at Baker’s Corner
Store … and hop over to Castle Rock to play some Saturday Bingo.
I really didn’t want to be cooped up at home –
I know I have months of being holed up when the rain and ice weather blows in;
if I want to enjoy being out-of-house, I have to get out every chance I can
before I’m stuck at home, without a choice.
As I left the carport, I had a feeling I
should just drive around the block and repark.
I ignored the {impression}, and left Heron
Pointe choking in the Highlander exhaust fumes.
The Deli at Baker’s Corner was closed. Again.
This is becoming the norm.
Instead of a quick, light, ‘brunch’ … I’d
have to buy a heavier lunch (also, becoming the norm ☹) and eat it in Castle Rock while
I played Bingo: I’d have ‘just enough time to make it’ if cars weren’t
backed up to the highway at Mr. Bill’s.
When I pulled into Mr. Bill’s this afternoon,
I saw the coffee cuffs sitting in the window – and several had sold already 😊
I securely placed my boxed Chili Burger on
the Highlander’s floormat, so it wouldn’t slide around and upend – then I took
a teeny sip of my latte to sample the new flavor (specifially asking if it was
cool enough to drink without burning my mouth) … and burned my tongue
and the roof of my mouth: the girl lied; that thing was steaming h.o.t.
Driving over Delameter Road to Castle Rock, I
was nearly run over by a pickup truck bearing down on me IN MY LANE!
I should have considered that a
warning; turned around, and drove back home to laze
around in bed all day, with a book and thermos of flavored coffee at hand …
but I didn’t. I breathed out a sigh of relief that I had not been hit or
run off the road by that crazed driver; and continued forward.
I finally made Castle Rock without any more
snafu’s, found a parking spot – entered a Quilt Raffle; and settled in to spend
2 hours sliding Bingo markers across the boards I purchased.
There were only 15 of us playing (and 1
dog in attendance). Usually, the room is packed, but with the communist
regime in DC continuing to preach their covid propaganda, people are opting to
stay home until Spring 2022.
The biden cartel has issued orders for the
Winter Holidays: “Get vaccinated! Wear a mask … even though you have been
vaccinated/boosted several times with the booster shots! Stay 6 feet apart indoors
– and open the windows and doors to allow fresh air to flow through the
rooms (or buy an air fan)!”
Mind you: the upcoming holidays
will be in the dead of winter.
So, basically the biden cartel is saying, “Go
ahead and plan your family gatherings – and we will raise Hell to make sure you
do not enjoy a single minute of it.” UNSAID THREAT: Go ahead: do it,
but be prepared to end up in the hospital with pneumonia – there is no room in
hospitals for covid cases … but we will make room for the holiday pneumonia
cases; and blame the unvaxxed for the overflow. And be sure to buy granny one
of those ear horn things, because you’ll be shouting at each other from cross
the rooms, while icicles are hanging from your noses as you click-clack
conversations in freezing teeth clicking SOS. The biden cartel is a bunch
of lunatics trying to appear ‘scientifically intelligent’. They are demonrat
cultists, totally out of touch with reality: tyrants drunk on egomania.
But, there are still some of us logical
thinking people around; who will not comply with asinine mandates, and illogical
threats that make no sense whatsoever. All the name calling, arm twisting, and
blame games will not change our minds to roll over and accept the DC communist
pogroms and arm jabs.
“Living On A Thin Line”: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsLhNxzwK1Y)
For 2 hours I was able to distance myself
from unbidden thoughts, and anger triggers. I laughed. I cheered when someone
won the round. I ate my chili burger, and kept checking carefully to see if my
coffee was drinkable, yet (it stayed burning hot throughout Bingo).
And then, around 3:30 PM: I entered Home Turf.
All the emotional upheaval that centers
around this time of year, in this particular region, came over me like an
unexpected flood.
T.o.t.a.l.l.y.
Unexpectedly.
I was able to top the tank off without crying
uncontrollably at the gas terminal.
And the drive home (5 minutes, thank God),
was uneventful, too.
During the Spring/Summer months, things
go easier for me: the days are lighter and
brighter; my thoughts do not hold me captive. I can get away – and I do,
every day – interesting places, new faces, new experiences … but when Fall/Winter
rolls around, I’m pretty much stuck local. The KM gets saturated and starts shifting
(often there is a landslide), and trees are blown down across the road,
and rising-river-flooding happens in low-lying roads – so I stay away from that
area until around March. Even locally, things can get tricky as the I-5 freeway,
both ways, can flood during a tempestuous Winter; so that’s another reason to
keep off the freeway. And I don’t want to be crossing the Lewis and Clack Bridge
the crosses the Columbia River between Longview, WA, and Rainier, OR; when it’s
wet and icy. Of course, working people have no choice, but I do. So,
for about 5 months, I’m pretty much stuck local in Longview – with very
little to do but watch the lowering gray skies and steady rain (sometimes
snow), as natural lighting is blocked out by the PNW weather pattern this
time of year.
I do try to focus on positive thoughts…
After awhile of being cooped up and hemmed in
on all sides by grayness, my thoughts start going down rabbit trails best left alone.
October thru February is going to be a hard time to get through. If the
roads are clear, I can still get out to play pool and Bingo … but I need
natural light and color in my life to lighten my steps and brighten my thoughts.
I can start Daytripping, again in March; but until then, it’s going to be a
daily battle to stay upbeat and positive.
I pray every day for a purpose and a new
direction.
“Don’t Forget to Dance”: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLrGnWh1qD8)
I do not want to spend half a
year crying, for the rest of my life.
There’s got to be something better than this for me.
I’m going to eat a salad now, and go read a
book.
In bed – cocooned in comfort.
Where I should have stayed.
