riotheclown

My daughter told me that it is killing everyone so not to worry...

This is NORMAL depression, socially acceptable and therefore shareable.

I have got a mouse (or two) in the ceiling in my basement where I live. I keep telling the mouse, mice, to just be a little scared and stop running around above my head while I am writing PLEASE!!!  IN other words, let me ignore you for a while before having to add you to the list of growing things that need to be done in this house. You all know I mean killing the mice right? I remember a discussion with my teacher who had to drive great distances every week in the Canadian back woods telling me that she was overwhelmed by the road kill she saw. Her teacher told her to recite the Three Great Jewels or "Awareness is the only condition, all that is arises as awareness, this is the seamless expanse of all that is". That doesn't help me when I am the one taking out the contract to kill though does it? (Yes I have spent a fortune on those nice and kind traps and they have NEVER WORKED NOT ONCE.) I miss Diva. She was so perfunctory about life and death. Today is the anniversary of her leaving the planet. I will endeavor to emulate her best qualities and let go of grief.

In her honour, here is my new brain worm song:



Today the electrician is going to tell me why my beautiful Teilla light in the kitchen blew up. Ned went on at length to totally freak me out yesterday on the phone about how my house will burn down and I will not have insurance because the house should be torn apart and rewired... I said, do a report in writing, I will pay you for it...

Blerg.