7:30 this morning I was out in the yard in a nightgown, sweatpants, and bathrobe, yelling at a 1500 pound Angus bull to get out of our yard. I spent the morning repairing fences AGAIN. (Did that yesterday too - same bull-story - Tom and I fixed the fence then while John shoveled the fresh bull shit out of the yard - don't want to tempt the dogs - yuck!) Then the bull came back again - crraaaaccck. Chuck, our landlord, came over and I helped him repair and fortify part of the fence - before Chuck even left, the bull was back, and while he could still get in the side pasture, he wouldn't be able to easily get into our HOUSE yard again. Then, these two guys who were hauling wood down our road, and had seen us fixing the fence earlier, saw the bull and asked me if I wanted them to chase it out. You bet I did! So this guy jumps in the pasture and just yells at the bull and runs towards him and the bull books it out of there, and THEN the guys fix the OTHER parts of the fence as well!
So - I'm exhausted! And we ran out of nails and boards too. At least its supposed to rain tomorrow - so that's something to look forward to.
Some advice - don't ever get your son or daughter a pet bull for Christmas - it may SEEM like a cute idea for a pet, but...... *grin*
I wore my new cloak outside today. We created some blustery wind just to have the right effect. *grin* Tom and John worked on fortifying the dam while I stood on the shore and let the wind do its work. It's good to be queen - heh heh.
We've taken tom hostage for a little while. We're going to make him play in the river, eat pizza, participate in fun conversations, and watch movies - it's cruel, but just punishment. *grin*
John finally got his free stuffed monkey from www.treeloot.com - it only took like 4-5 months. We'd forgotten all about it! Actually, it is kinda cute and very soft - it's dressed up like a boxer with gloves and little red velvet shorts. *evil grin* - I think while John's away today I'll hang it somewhere funny - like in a cupboard and have it fall out when he opens it... isn't this how running gags get started? All I can say is - it better stay with the monkey - he better not TOUCH my Scooby Doo - LOL.
I feel like I spent the night trying to put together some kind of intuitive puzzle... like in my dreams I'd keep getting clues - like the color maroon/burgundy - that's been a waking dream symbol for the last few days. I guess I'll just try to notice it when it comes up and see what I connect with about that. For instance, a friend has come up with this exciting dress design that she wants to make for me and yesterday found this terrific BURGUNDY type fabric, and the new domain front page is up, and there are maroon-type colors in the animation and the page - LOL. Okeeeeeee.... ?? Hmmm... before I was connecting with 'red's everywhere and now it's burgundies? Anyway... waking dream symbology - it's not just for breakfast anymore...
I have learned many things in the few years that we have been burning our non-recyclable trash in a burn barrel out here in the boonies. * Thick blackish smoke means you're burning/melting a plastic container, which often makes a pop and woosh sound as it decompresses. * Popcorn and grease in a fire aren't as exciting as they might seem they'd be. * Regular ol' copy paper (like old bills too) is ridiculously hard to burn. * Thick blackish smoke that smells like noxious chemicals probably means the fire got to that old DRAINO container you tossed.
And today's lesson: * There's a reason why "Do not puncture or incinerate." is on the side of all aerosol cans and other cans under pressure. One of John's old shaving cream cans found its way into the burn barrel today, and EXPLODED with a GUN SHOT intensity and SOUND. The barrel was fine, but the heavy mesh grid we keep over the top had a two inch deep raised welt in about the same shape as a can end. It felt like someone had just shot a shot gun right next to my head. ... I don't think I'll test them on the "do not puncture" part - I'll take their word for it. *grin*
There's NOTHING like the feeling of creating! You get all excited thinking about it, and how the details are going to come together. And when you're brainstorming with a friend, it gets even better! Ideas get thrown around at amazing speeds. There's no TIME to think about what you don't want to do anymore - LOL.
BTW, shifting from a reactive stance, where you're holding your energy BACK from something (focusing on something you don't like) into a creative stance (focusing on what you DO want to create and FLOWING your energy) certainly feels like 'taking charge' of your life. Especially when you just make that shift. Like, the other day, I saw all of these thoughts about cleaning in my head and I was reacting to them and holding my energy back from them in a way (not the good way though). They were thoughts from Mom - "have to"s - that kinda thing. And I realized that I WANTED to do some cleaning and finally said "Fuck it!" to the old sense of rebellion in me. I didn't need to rebel anymore - the only thing I was rebelling against was my own continued assertion about those old thoughts. So I just dropped 'em and said, "Hell - I WANT to do some cleaning!" And suddenly my energy was FLOWING again! I LOVE really obvious demonstrations like this - it helps me in the situation and helps me apply it to other 'creations' I want to experience.
I have been having a GREAT time recreating the main page for this domain - including a flash animation - and no, it's not up yet - I'll let you know when it is.
Also, John and I brainstormed about the journal and have come up with a really cool solution. Not that there was a problem, but when change comes, you gotta go with the flow.
How's that for two paragraphs of "non-news" - LOL.
Geez! A few days without electricity and then a horribly staticky phone line that won't let us connect to our ISP - until now. And tom can't even get AT his computer. Some kind of sick, twisted synchronicity going on here, methinks.
That's all I have by the way of 'insight' for today. Consider yourselves lucky. *grin*
