Skies

Foggy Morning
Fogs burns off...

to bring rain.

A Different Take on Skywatch

Sky Watch Friday

A lazy post...I have homework.

Skywatch Friday With Conversation

I awoke at 4:30 AM with Shakespeare running through my head! Now that's the advantage of being raised by people who believed in self-education! To be or not to be, A Rose by any other name, and it just kept pouring in...then Edgar Allen Poe stopped by and then Billy Joel jumped into the conversation, I even think Hemingway was there. And I call this place At The Farm!

Any way I decided it must be a higher power, telling me to get up and blog(you are aware of my addiction?).

Shakespeare will be referred to as Willie, Edgar Allan Poe as Ed, Ernest Hemingway as Ernie and Billy Joel as Bill to simplify my typing and because they were in my head and I can call them anything I want to at five am.

Willie started talking about that to be or not to be stuff and I told him to hush, I was going to be no matter what he said! He told me how all the world's a stage, and this was our winter of discontent. I know that Willie, haven't you said that before?

Earnie pipes us and tells me I have to take a lot of punishment to write something funny and I answered don't you think waking me this early is punishment enough? He said a man can be destroyed but never defeated. Ernie, remember, you own words, keep your mouth shut.

Poor ole Ed was quietly listening to our conversation. Mostly he is quiet but when Ed speaks, I listen. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Are you borrowing this thought from Willie? Ed says the larger portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant. I know that Ed, why do you think I am writing this conversation down? He moodily says as his parting line, I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. He quietly fades out of the conversation.

You are a good man, Ed. Come back to visit.

Bill, can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes, it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when I wore a younger girls clothes. He joked let's share a drink called loneliness, it's better than drinking alone...but, Bill, I don't drink. Okay, so only speak to those who agree and close your mind when you don't want to know. Don't get teed-off, Bill, I just don't want a drink! It's too early!

Then Will Rogers speaks up, I didn't even know he was there!! He is just listening and decides to jump in. A difference in opinion is what makes horse racing and missionaries. What??? He says all I know is just what I read in the papers and that is an alibi for my ignorance. I'm loosing your train of thought here. It is awfully early. Then ole Will drawls Chaotic action is preferred to orderly inaction. Gosh, Will. Thanks for stopping by. Always love talking to you and yes, I do know not to squat with my spurs on and to never slap a man who chews tobacco.

It's been great, guys. Gotta go, another day, another dollar. Write some of this shit down, you never know who may need your words.

Skywatch Friday And Post Holiday Depression

WARNING!!!!! This could be depressing
Note that my skies are dark...
refections of my thoughts.

Totally Dark!

The Christmas tree lays in pieces in the living room, not in its box. The ornaments are piled alone. No one seems to care whether they are put away or not, especially me.

My Santas are wondering when they are to be tucked into storage. Sometimes I think they glare at me when I walk by.

I am still in the gown that I wore yesterday. Is this an indication of what lies ahead?

I shame myself for being so ungrateful, but it does no good. The dark clouds are around me and the winds are not blowing.

Sounds annoy me. The incessant (it feels that way, though it is not) barking of dogs, the crowing of roosters, the electronic noises beat into my brain.

I care not whether the clothes are washed, nor the dishes clean, nor if the family is happy with my new turn. I crave compassion but no one seems to know that word.

It is my fault. Although it is not. I can not proctect myself from these dark thoughts and no one sees them but me. Outside I am normal, but inside me, today is dark and sad.

Forgive me!

Full Moon Madness

...or Sky Watch Friday.

Lunacy: 1. insanity; mental disorder 2. intermittent insanity, formerly believed to be related to phases of the moon.

Synonyms: dementia, derangement, disturbance, madness, mental illness, unbalance, absurdity, folly, idiocy, insanity, nonsense, silliness.

What is she talking about???????

Sometimes, I do think the moon affects us. If it can move the tides, how can it not affect the human or the inhuman in us?I do not sleep well during the full moon nor the couple of nights leading up to it. Is it lunacy? Is the werewolf coming out? This could explain my touchiness, my hairy legs and getting long in the tooth.

I even get the urge to howl at the moon, scratch myself, and run through the woods! No purpose, just run and howl at the moon.

I think my hubby would agree, I growl a lot. He once had a sign that said, "My wife is part Indian and part pit bull. When she's not on the warpath, she is sitting on her ass, growling."

I think I am onto something here...I must research!