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Tuesday, July 12, 2022

BLAME IT ON THE MOON

Yesterday afternoon, dental pain was the foremost thought in my mind; by 2:30 AM this morning, a full face-plant pain was in play.

Recent Dental Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/07/orange.html

Around 2:25 A.M., today (in the moment), I was shutting the laptop down and getting ready to head down the hallway to bed … when a brilliantly shining full moon caught my attention shining beckoningly through the front windows. I saw it, and thought, “What a beautiful picture that would make!”

The cloudless night sky – full moon lit up like it was infused with neon brilliance. Trees spaced perfectly. I wanted that photo shoot.

So, genius that I am, I went for it.

And took a nose dive when in my excitement to get the shot before the moment passed, I missed the last step of the carport stairs and was catapulted into the back of the Highlander; after which I bounced onto the carport’s cement parking pad, broke my new glasses to smithereens, skinned my left knee, scraped the skin off my left shoulder – and ruined my eyebrow with the glasses wire when the arm blew off (I’m lucky that my eyebrow was gouged, and not my eyes): Elohim was faithful to protect my eyes, and I am thankful.

But my PJ top was ruined by the freely flowing blood from my slashed eyebrow.

Thank God I had my sunglasses for backup eyewear! That’s what I used to drive myself to the local ER – I had changed my top, throwing the other away – and slapped a bandage over my eyebrow to staunch the bleeding while driving.

I showed up at ER, at 3 AM, looking like a war-zone-refuge.
I scraped my shoulder ... and skinned my left knee.
I shaved the skin off my left cheek; and narrowly missed gouging my eyes with my broken glasses pieces.
Sporting a black eye is something new for me.
I was gratified to see the cross above my ER door; it gave me comfort.
This tickled my funny bone - I have a twisted sense of humor.

The humor was wearing thin 4 hours into the ER waiting game. My face was starting to feel the laceration pain. My left eye was taking on Neanderthal features … I still had a twisted sense of humor, but I was bone tired; I wanted the doctor to get his butt in there, check me out, and release me to go home.

I will have an eyebrow scar across the same eyebrow Bob sported a scar; mine is much deeper and longer.
Bob's eyebrow scar he got as a little fella.
ALL this because of a brilliant Full Moon; that would-be-pic is not worth what this ER visit will drain me for!

Finally, the doctor deemed it necessary to appear. He poked around my tender brow area, and ordered a nurse to finally (after 4 hours!) flush my gouge out. Then he blew back into my room just long enough to seal my eyebrow slash with glue!

This 10-minute {Dr. appearance} will no doubt cost me $1,000.00

The ER doc GLUED my eyebrow gouge! Stitches would have been better.
My life - never a dull moment; Doc says the bruising should all but disappear in a week’s time – the eyebrow gash should be fully healed in 2 weeks. I hope so.

When I finally got home, I saw that my glasses were a total wipe-out. I won’t be able to replace them until the end of next month; that’s when I will have been able to save enough $$$ to order a new pair

My new glasses are ruined; I've only had them since May. This year. The metal spike is what gouged my eyebrow when the arm broke off. There will be no new glasses until the end of August.

I had managed to catch a few winks of zzz’s during those wasted hours in ER, so when invited for coffee and chit-chat around 11 AM, I did spend 5 hours with friends this afternoon. Thank God for friends that don’t care how you look 😊

Joe Satriani – ‘Super Funky Badass’ song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gb5T12eDVig)

ORANGE

I had a dentist appointment this afternoon.

Dentists are not my friends – they bring pain and agony to my mouth with little shiny steel instruments of torture.

I really hate the Dentist Office

But, for the time being, it is a necessary evil. Just the thought that the dentist might stretch the cleaning into two separate visits had the death march running through my thoughts …

The Bowed Lyre Funeral March tune:(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muRr8WqrU48)

… so, I mentally prepared myself by laying in bed as long as possible before getting ready to go.

‘Hold Your Head UP’ song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5fYPz8dKbg) … and would you believe it? Rod Argent was wearing an orange shirt ðŸ˜‰

I wore a bright color to wrap vibes of positivity around me: I was hoping and praying the dentist would be able to complete the cleaning all in one fell swoop.

The orange top may seem a little too youthful for a woman my age – but I’m not a woman that adheres to strict societal rules very well 😉 I tend to do what’s best for me. And the orange top fit the bill today 😊

The day was orangishly HOTand I arrived at the appointment early. Which meant I sat in the sunbaked car for an hour trying every seated gymnastic maneuver I could think of, to outwit the orange-tinged sunrays piercing the windshield (mind you, it is illegal to leave dog in a sunbaked car; apparently cooking grandma’s brain is totally acceptable in this covid crazed society!): not a good start to what would be a stressful day.

But Elohim was merciful. My brain did not fry, and my skin did not sizzle – even if my temper was seriously heating up as I was kept waiting, for no logical or rational reasoning at all other than lunatic politics. And when I was finally allowed in the sacred sanctum of the torture chamber, Elohim’s blessed grace kicked in 😊

Sitting in that outdated 1970’s cubicle with its orangish wall covering, while the dentist applied her S & M manipulations on my Novocaine handicapped mouth; I was happy to note that the pain was minimal (THANK YOU YESHUA!), and the dentist was able to finish e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g in this appointment: hallelujah!

The 2 hours of scrape and polish torture passed very quickly.

My previous dentist appointment Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/06/i-should-have-stayed-in-bed.html

My feet were dragging when I entered the building at 3 PM – but they fairly danced out of the building afterwards. My mouth was swollen, but my lip was not torn up like it was a few weeks ago when the first half of my mouth was done. And the tab wasn’t as high as anticipated.

So, I went shopping: grocery shopping to get some soft foods to eat until I can chew chewier food stuffs. And when I waked past an aisle, I noticed something I have been looking for in every auto shop in town (and they didn’t know what I was talking about), and praying I’d find somewhere; if my mouth wasn’t so tender, I would have whooped with joy 😉

My mood was lining up with the unfolding day – full of sunbeams 😊

On my way home, I stopped at Safeway and grabbed a few juices, before I took the Old Pacific Highway back road home – it was just way too hot to get stuck behind backed-up traffic. Plus, I had salads in the back of the Highlander’s hatchback area and I didn’t want them to wilt and sour.

Just before turning onto the backroad, I saw a car for sale that looked like a Duesenberg; it was tricked out with velvet interior. Nice looking car, and really not much good for anything except car shows.

It looks like a Duesenberg Automobile; corner of 30th & Old Pacific Highway.

When I got home, I put the groceries away – and thought how thoughtful Elohim was to make sure I finally got the windshield cleaner I’d been looking high and low for (it cleans bug guts off the windshield just by squirting it on; Bob used it quite a bit when the bugs were thick); and I changed my top for something a little less fancy, to water the garden in. The sun was going down by that point, so I didn’t get sunburned.

None of the Auto Shops knew what I was talking about ... I snagged it today, in Winco.
“The Lord directs the steps of the godly; He delights in every detail of their lives” ~Psalm 37:23-24

I was just sitting down to Supper, when I caught sight of the twilight sunset: it was different on different sides of the livingroom.

The orange theme played out through the entire day, and as I looked at the fiery orange clouds I thought of Bob; and wondered what it must look like from his side of the clouds.

This Gypsy woman was missing her big, tall Viking man, big time.

Twilight Sky, tonight; right side of livingroom.
Fire in the sky; facing the street side of livingroom.
Bonehawk – ‘Fire In The Sky’ song:

Orange was Bob’s “happy color” signified by his zodiac sign, and when I saw it spread across the sky like wildfire it reminded me of how our love sparked, caught flame, and still burned hotly for all of our 44 years together.

He’s been beyond the clouds for 3½ years now, but I can still remember every feature of his handsome face, his twinkling eyes, his sexy mouth; every line of his beautiful body. I can still hear the sound of his voice, his laughter – the soft whooshing sound he made when he slept. Bob is still very much a part of me and who I am becoming: Bob’s personality and love was so large, that my life still hums and vibrates with the essence he left behind.

I am glad to know that my healing heart is gladdened – not shaken by the orange glow that softened my day, today.

Bob; Love of my life, forever and always ~OX
The bear constellations were always my favorite ...
Big Bear & Little Bear Constellations; aka Big Dipper & Little Dipper. I've always found them in the night sky - I always look for them.
Venus Hum – 'Whether or Not’ song:

Orange was the perfect color to start … and to end the day with 😊