Hey now and how goes it on this Wednesday May 20, 2020? You are still here and that’s a good thing. As hard as it has been for me and as much as I wanted to get lost in a rabbit hole of despair, I just can’t. My brain and spirit won’t let me. Oh and Hubby, he seems to know when I need a pick me up and will make me laugh even when the darkest storm clouds are brewing. The last time I was here, I wrote about the run in with my neighbor and how it upset me. Anyhow, Hubby must have felt bad that he wasn’t there to protect me. He knew that my pain levels were high and I had been muddling through. Anyhow, I had been fighting back tears for a few minutes after that run in and he had retreated to the bedroom while I retreated to the safety of the couch. He emerged with the bedroom with the bandanna around his forehead and I started cracking up and the jukebox in my head started playing Suicidal Tendencies song Institutionalized (All I Wanted Was A Pepsi). Press Play…
So, the rat in dark recesses of my brain woke up and jumped on that hamster wheel and got it rattling around. He had on that Detroit Piston’s vintage jersey already so I asked, “Hey! If only you had some of those 80’s jogging shorts with th stripes…you know…” He knows, really. Then he disappeared upstairs for a few minutes and returned wearing those vintage Motor City Bad Boys jogging shorts and I nearly fell over cracking up. He nailed it. He definitely is the yang to my yin. So then I asked, “Hey, got some long sport socks?” He then disappeared and I got my make shift studio outside ready. When I have an idea, my mind works quick and Hubby feeds off of it. He even brought out the mirrored glasses before I could ask. It was bright out and I knew we had to work fast as he has Irish skin and I have Latin skin so I didn’t want to do extra work in Photoshop…no what I am sayin’?
All this took place within 10 minutes of that confrontation with my neighbor. I barely had a chance to get my heart rate up or even shed a few tears. I got out the water hose, had him get out the Warlock, had him use a pair of Chuck’s that didn’t fit me to complete the look. We started out in a patio chair as I had visions of an air guitaring, BBqing, weekend warrior. In hingsight, I really wish I would have had a few more props and a few more male models to complete the whole shoot. Still though here is one of the ideas for this shoot that I am calling “Every Man”.
It has been hard though, these past few days. I have been using my old lap top so that I could work from my bed as I can not sit at my computer for more than 5 minutes at a time. That has it’s own set of challenges but it allows me to keep working on things. As you can see, even though my body is not where I would like it to be my brain is in constant motion. I am sure I had a bassy, janky and dirty guitar riff rattling around in my head. Really, with the constant buzzing in my right ear because of my fucked up ear drum, I have to compensate by drowning it out with my own “head music”. It was such a fun time. I was on the hot cement. Hubby made me laugh as he played the Warlock and made faces or pointed at me.
Things are looking up, really. Casinos are starting to awaken. Not sure if that is a good thing. My son works at one here in the Coachella Valley and I am sure he will be happy to return to work soon. Things, though, can never really return to normal. If anything, these last few years, even before the Coronavirus has exposed many things. It has exposed the goodness in many people and some ugliness. Anyhow, hopefully, we will all come out better and kinder, softer but stronger and prepared and more willing to put up with less bullshit. Wishful thinking and silly dreams of a silly overgrown, childish Grama….
Not much else to report. I have not worked on any of the things that are one my list of things to do like my website, my short stories, Grama Kush. Right now, I gotta focus on my getting rest. For the past two days I stayed (mostly) in bed and off my feet. I lost 5 lbs of water weight that I had gained over night. When this happens, I get the feelings of a ball in my buttocks and my legs feel as though they are heavy and not my own. I wish I were making it up and I wish they knew what causes it but the only thing that helps is to stay off my feet. Yes, I have tried, less sodium, blood pressure, diuretics, etc, nothing helps. My physicians refuse to believe that it has any correlation to Cauda Equina Syndrome or the surgery (lumbar laminectomy). I am just putting this out there into the Universe just in case there is another person that has this same mysterious condition and you also do not know the cause. So, what say you brave person?
Thank you dear reader for stopping by as I appreciate the visit. Where ever you are going today may you get there safely. Hugs to you.