Can’t Be Fixed

I would like to eat a big bag of Cheetos and not worry about cows or plastic pollution or opening death’s door — but that is wishful thinking and not envy except for slightly envying those who can eat Cheetos without worrying about plastic or cows — although I don’t envy not being able to think. It would just be nice if Cheetos were something good.
I found a copy of Entourage, the movie, on DVD lately for one dollar and watched it. I watched it again. It is fun to watch people having it all. The music made the Cadillac seem even better but it really couldn’t get much better than it was — but what for? Why have gold rims and fancy things and giant SUVs that can haul down the highway guzzling? All for show. Who’s to know? Who is it looking and how long will that looking last and while they’re looking what is the effect? Is it adrenaline that gets pumped at thinking you are better somehow than the one who’s watching while they’re watching?
All those bikini bodies started looking the same before long and the men had not one iota of respect for any of them and only thought about any of them at all insomuch as for what they could imagine doing with one of them in a room somewhere naked. What’s the value of having a bikini body for that kind of treatment?
What’s the gig? What’s the point? Is it that we’re all looking to stay in the honeymoon phase of wonderment while living?
Laws of attraction say that when two things attract and spin together in that oh-so-wonderful equilibrium, they can also separate and then go flying off dependent for another such attraction. The better would be to have the spinning equilibrium singularly and without a need for any external combining — all inside, well contained, nothing needing in and nothing needing out — spinning in complete equilibrium on one’s own. Not needing is the key to staying in a honeymoon state — it is just a matter of aligning the things that are already inside spinning to all be going in a honeymoon spinning direction. After that has been accomplished, attraction can be for attraction sake and making that found perfection shareable.
As I was watching, and watching it again, (the Entourage movie), all I could think of — after getting past the envy — was how many resources were needed just to make the movie let alone each of the elaborate lives, (in real life), of all the myriad stars who showed up, at least, in cameos. Mega homes and mega cars and clothes that are mostly only worn once. Doesn’t anybody care? Or do they only care about getting that Caddie with the gold rims so they can think that they are making other people envy that they got it.
Why do I keep wanting to go back and watch that movie again?
It’s the same trouble as what makes me think I want to eat those Cheetos — the honeymoon equilibrium inside isn’t spinning right and that can’t be fixed with anything that is outside.
So, I went out and purchased all the flannel shirts in all the colors.



Mother Of Invention

And just like that, suddenly it wasn’t as hard to turn to the left or right without cringing. I shall love my aching joints and rejoice in the fact that the back may be in recovery. I shall promise to get the dolly to move 5 gallon buckets full of soil and tomatoes from now on and sing hallelujah every time I bend to retrieve a fallen item off the floor or scoop the kitty poop.
Things can always be worse, but they can also get better and waiting in grace has a big giant dose of good and wholesome measure — as depressing as being ailing can be, it’s better to think happy future thoughts instead of gruesome ones — as tempting as it is to believe something bad will never end.
I made a little room to be a house inside a house and spent my time there doing only what was absolutely needed — like watching movies and peeing in a bucket. At some points it was essential to shuffle to the kitchen for a piece of chocolate and a spoonful of peanut butter or some beans in a can and an avocado to eat to keep the nutrients, required for healing, flowing through the blood. It was hard to drink much water for the fear of needing the bucket — but water was more needed than avoiding the pain involved in pulling pants down — where are split-crotches when they’re needed or men’s undies and a hose?
Maybe the mother of invention is pain and trying to avoid it. Aren’t men lucky that they have attached hoses and cows because they can do it all while standing and probably have excellent backs unlike these weak ones made for humans.
It must be said that this is why we try so hard to have our houses in order because come the time that things aren’t easy, it’s easy to see that things in their right places are better than in ones where they can’t be found or reached right. And it’s so much better that things start off clean while waiting for a time that things can be cleaned again because that mountain to climb later would be more depressing than trying to pull pants down in a hurry while trying to scale that growing mountain in the meanwhile.
It’s easy to see now, too, that it’s important to keep a grabber handy. Toes work in a pinch though — so it’s important to keep those toes in shape for when they might be called upon. And now I know, things can be shimmied up a wall with a good stick or piece of PVC when everything else fails but forget about the toothpick on the floor until you can sweep again — just be sure not to let it splinter in your foot while you shuffle to the kitchen for chocolate.



and sing hallelujah

“I Ran Through Cow Poop and It Felt Great”


Would He Interfere

Stories spin throughout the day, weaving this and that together into life.

“Cows should not be bred — cows that exist, sanctioned for wholesome living on their own.”

“Boy that man is handsome. Is he available, he’s too young, what is he doing with that cow?”

“Dogs are boys and cats are girls.”

“Negative thoughts will be our demise. Positive ones can change the world.”

“Would he interfere with movie watching? Cats and dogs don’t — probably neither do cows.”

“I only want a buddy (not a sweetheart).” ~ Patsy Montana, 1937

Mrs. Mitchell needed new carpeting in a condominium she and her Judge husband were moving to. The existing carpet was thick and lush and virtually new, but Mrs. Mitchell wanted peach and it was a shade of white. Judge, Mr. Mitchell traded stocks and was wealthy beyond all measure. Mrs. Mitchell played tennis and could only coordinate a house call around that favored timing.

Mrs. Mitchell kept cows for pets. She loved her cows. Where would they fit in the condo? Maybe the condo was just another investment right on the tennis court. The cows, where they were, had acreage and plenty of room to roam around the orange groves. Maybe the condition of the sale was that the cows could stay and she could visit.

Mrs. Mitchell didn’t care a hoot about what happened to the virtually new lush carpet that was being replaced with a lesser one, but peach. Even after all kinds of effort by the designer to divert it happening, off to the dump it went.

Bah humbug rich and entitled people.

Mrs. Mitchell later bought another house in Julian, CA and invited that designer to help her plan it too. The designer was excited, because that was one of her favorite places in the world and she hoped she’d get to measure things in person. The owner of the store knew Mrs. Mitchell from social circles and stole that job right out from under her without a blink of her evil eye — regardless that Mrs. Mitchell had been her client first. She hated that owner and got literally sick at the sight of her and ended up leaving for greener pastures. Mrs. Mitchell did nothing.

Bah humbug owners who feel entitled. Bah humbug to it all. Greed and wealth are partners. Greener pastures have to be made up in one’s mind.

So if she could change her world with positive thinking and seep a man out singly from the margins, movies and greener pastures would lose their value and cats and dogs nor cows would interfere.

Maybe he’d like the same movies.

Bah humbug wishful thinking.