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'Special', in the context of having had a broken sleep...my f****** kitty.
I allow them up to sleep with me (lucky things : ) some nights during the week
It's risky. I have a fifteen-year-old kitty. She's nuts/neurotic/rescue cat
I like her sleeping around my head, or up against my neck...but
...she likes to wake me at stupid o'clock (any time before 8:30am)
.....by purring in my ear and walking on my hair (ouch)
This means that she has the munchies and wants an early breakfast.
So, pet-lover-extraordinaire (that's me) has to get up and give her a feed.
I may as well write off today...badly slept, badly-mooded, badly adjusted...
....for the day
Gas boiler safety check, checking in at 8:45 today...
Inner voice: "Please don't expect me to converse...I'm not able to make a constructive sentence...in either English, Spanish, Spanglish, sarcasm, cat or dog"
I did not say this, and boiler man struck up a conversation about my pooch seeming to be very mellow.
It was funny. She was plastered out on the kitchen floor, motionless, chilling...I expect he had wondered if she was, in fact, dead.
I managed a conversation about how she has to be mellow to live with me, as I could not tolerate anything else
...also about the intelligence of dogs, in general. Border Collies (sheep-herders) being the super-boffins of the dog world. Followed by the German Shepherd (police dogs) and the Poodle (body guarding and kinda weird)...
I think that the furries have just got into my today's vibe....slow day, doing very little...after a morning of rushing about...corner shop, green-grocer, gas man...it was too fast....SLOW today, because that's my max speed. Snail.
Yesterday I had been out a lot, to five places...probably wore me out. On top of that I had made progress with the new paintings and had been deciding which unfinished work can be painted over and on the amount of frames that I have, to up-cycle and repaint, for this new series.....not even sure if they are...anything...worth looking at...of course that they are...and it's a part of the process....the self-doubt...otherwise there would be no striving...
Not forgetting some gardening and plant potting, coping with my next door neighbours moving and all their household waste spilling out and taking over the world...and...the chaos...and the moral compass that they do not actually seem to have...
I see this Friday as a .... looking forwards ... to....it...osteopath....and breeeeeeeeathe
Required ...very much at exactly now...counting down the hours...literally
Seems that my pooch has discovered garden sheep skull. Chewed up sheep jaw was found in dog basket..nice :(
I have developed a new odd habit. When I go to do any 'village business', I hum and sing to myself...I think I do it as an anxiety buffer. Then, I guess, it qualifies as a nervous tick : )
Today's tune was a Macy Gray, Relating to a Psychopath..."take the weather man and throw him away, hey, hey "(best lines) "No one's elephants are leaving the arc", nice,"you are relating to a psychopath, yes a real fuck up"... class
I do this mainly around men. I see most men (when I am out, not in an inside situation, so much) as a possible threat and I am often very aware of their physical strength and what they are capable of doing if they wanted to hurt, maim or injure a woman. I sing to distract myself and so it appears, to them, that I am not scared. As human animals we, too, can smell fear, hormones, pheromones etc.
That it is an unusual thing to do, probably scares them more. Funny how the psychology of the human brain works....uniquely.
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