04-10-2013, 11:30 AM
My mind is always fragile. My brain bruises like a banana.
Not sure how much you all know about sage. It's used in Native American shamanism, and therefore huge in the hippie circles, so I often get sage sticks and bundles gifted to me. There's even one on my desk here. But a stalk of fine white sage, that's a rarer thing. Sage puts out a heavy sagacious smoke that lingers like fog and permeates everything. That white sage has this sweet undertone fragrance, something I'd never before experienced with sage, and I've huffed a lot of sage.
Of course, when I got home yesterday to the abandoned MacBeth Castle, it reeked of paint. We're having it all fixed up for renting. The house was more or less empty, barren and soulless, save for that nasty paint aroma. The cat, which was freaked out, couldn't be found at first, but later emerged to nonchalantly sniff some flowers as I did my last carload. I'm glad we hired the movers. It cost us $1300, but they did a fine job (according to S) breaking down furniture and reassembling it in position at the beach bungalow. The full-size truck was packed tight. Had I done it with Cf and my good kung fu bros that also offered to help, we'd have got a truck half the size (maybe 'borrowed' the Rock Med truck) and it would have taken 2-3 trips over 17, and we'd all be sore now. So it was worth it. S picked up the cat. Everyone is now at the beach bungalow save me.
Meanwhile, last night sucked. Couldn't sleep at all. Are paint fumes a stimulant? No family, no pets, no TV, no internet, no microwave, not even my reading glasses, just a few Guinnesses and a crappy bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. You know JWR won a bunch of international awards - all in the late 1800's - nothing since. Couldn't even finish the shot I poured myself. I tweaked all night long - got only a few hours - despite dropping a fistful of melatonin to help me sleep.
It was another early Denny's run this morning. More reminiscing over daze (or rather knightz) spent 3+ decades ago with young master Greg.
My car is packed with the last remaining stuff, stuff I didn't trust to the movers, mostly because I didn't want it to get lost: a few choice swords, suits and robes, some odd documents, my best digeridoo which I haven't played in years, T's stuffy 'ice bat' which is one of those ugly dolls that she has determined should be in my bed, my therapeutic neck pillow, a suitcase of sin, some better whiskey. I'm waiting for G2 to return from China to check in with her about this weekend (Judge's Union meeting on Sunday here), then I'm going to drop a few things at my folks and head down to the BB. I hope to be there, unloaded, by the evening, and intend to walk down to the brewery for a pint and some calamari. I'll spend the next few days down there setting up.
New contact info forthcoming.
Not sure how much you all know about sage. It's used in Native American shamanism, and therefore huge in the hippie circles, so I often get sage sticks and bundles gifted to me. There's even one on my desk here. But a stalk of fine white sage, that's a rarer thing. Sage puts out a heavy sagacious smoke that lingers like fog and permeates everything. That white sage has this sweet undertone fragrance, something I'd never before experienced with sage, and I've huffed a lot of sage.
Of course, when I got home yesterday to the abandoned MacBeth Castle, it reeked of paint. We're having it all fixed up for renting. The house was more or less empty, barren and soulless, save for that nasty paint aroma. The cat, which was freaked out, couldn't be found at first, but later emerged to nonchalantly sniff some flowers as I did my last carload. I'm glad we hired the movers. It cost us $1300, but they did a fine job (according to S) breaking down furniture and reassembling it in position at the beach bungalow. The full-size truck was packed tight. Had I done it with Cf and my good kung fu bros that also offered to help, we'd have got a truck half the size (maybe 'borrowed' the Rock Med truck) and it would have taken 2-3 trips over 17, and we'd all be sore now. So it was worth it. S picked up the cat. Everyone is now at the beach bungalow save me.
Meanwhile, last night sucked. Couldn't sleep at all. Are paint fumes a stimulant? No family, no pets, no TV, no internet, no microwave, not even my reading glasses, just a few Guinnesses and a crappy bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. You know JWR won a bunch of international awards - all in the late 1800's - nothing since. Couldn't even finish the shot I poured myself. I tweaked all night long - got only a few hours - despite dropping a fistful of melatonin to help me sleep.
It was another early Denny's run this morning. More reminiscing over daze (or rather knightz) spent 3+ decades ago with young master Greg.
My car is packed with the last remaining stuff, stuff I didn't trust to the movers, mostly because I didn't want it to get lost: a few choice swords, suits and robes, some odd documents, my best digeridoo which I haven't played in years, T's stuffy 'ice bat' which is one of those ugly dolls that she has determined should be in my bed, my therapeutic neck pillow, a suitcase of sin, some better whiskey. I'm waiting for G2 to return from China to check in with her about this weekend (Judge's Union meeting on Sunday here), then I'm going to drop a few things at my folks and head down to the BB. I hope to be there, unloaded, by the evening, and intend to walk down to the brewery for a pint and some calamari. I'll spend the next few days down there setting up.
New contact info forthcoming.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse