Ponders & Woolgathers for 1.13.21

As I gathered the pages of The Black Swamp Gourdess’ Unabridged Guide to Daemons into one document for editing, a little tidbit dropped in.  This tidbit, that I can’t share yet, is so ridiculous yet so on point that I had to type it up.  It will be included in the book.

I will say again, I don’t know where this stuff comes from.  I have one theory.  There’s a neuron that’s overworked by the amount of information that’s pumped in & can be utilized for inspiration.  It decided that instead of trying to organize this into manageable bits, everything is placed in the miscellaneous file.  As I relax into that creative zone, the Muses & Creative Beastie pull from this file not paying attention to things sticking to one another.  The result is a mishmash of things that one would not normally mishmash together & that’s what spews forth like yesterday’s stew.  Yes, you may utter an “ewww” at the description of my creative process.

It wouldn’t be the first time I took the magic out of something.  For example, in the beginning, (in a galaxy far, far away…) I was making Gourdesses.  I described how they were made using words such as beheading & gutting.  Quite turned the people I was talking to off.  One would think I learned a lesson there, but nope. I simply can’t help myself.  It was quite entertaining to the woman I shared the table with.  She about busted a gut.  Did she kick me to get me to stop?  Oh, no.  She wanted to see where I was going with it.  I run into this a lot.  Folks just let me go & even encourage me (or as I say egg me on) just to see what direction I’ll take something.  How ridiculous can she be?

As noted by the creative process above, it can go pretty ridiculous, sideways, up-ways & wyrd.

I couldn’t resist texting a similar meme to my bestie for her birthday. It’s such a 2020 thing.
Shhh, don’t tell her… I’m thinking of sending a few squares in baggies (like a drug dealer) as a birthday present.  I know. Again, see the paragraph describing the creative process.

I had a hard & frustrating conversation today about systemic racism & the taking down of problematic statues & the banning of the confederate flag.  It didn’t change any minds.  It did open a door for more necessary conversations around these subjects.  Lawd knows I have more work to do on this stuff myself.  Plus, I have to remember that this doesn’t happen overnight.  It certainly didn’t for me.  In addition, how one is brought up from childhood & taught how the world works brings in its own set of challenges.

Baby, it’s cold outside.  Cold is relative because it’s been a warmish winter for those of us in the Flatlands of NW Ohio.  I sure would like some snow.  We are in a snow drought (unofficially called by me).  According to the weather peeps, the average snowfall for the season is 14.1″ & we are at 5.9″ so far.

My head refuses to compute that 14.1″ is our average.  That’s a piddly amount.  Yeah, sure climate change is a myth.  Sarcasm intended.

Time to do more moving of text so I can edit & find out just where this little ol’ tale of mine is headed.

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Ponders & Woolgathers for 1.12.21

It’s been a rough few days emotionally in the Swartz Haus.

Sunday, I had a nasty case of crabby pants.  I sent myself to bed early.  I did allow for supper because sending my crunchy self to bed without supper would have made me much worse.

Yesterday was better.  I locked myself in the Lair.  I had a bed of hot irritation that wouldn’t have taken much to erupt into flames & spew upon any unsuspecting household member.  It’s better not to spew flames & leave your loved ones a smoking pile of WTAF just happened.  Don’t ask me how I know.

I could hear the laundry yelling that it needs washing.  The dishes joined in with lots of clanking & clanging.  I heard the drums of a dust bunny hoard on the march.  In that hot moment, I didn’t care.  In fact, I decided to let them have a grand battle & I would clean up the aftermath.  If the dishes & clothes get rowdy, they’ll wash one another while tussling.  The dust bunny hoard would be swept up in the water.  That would take care of them for the day.  Hmm, if only.  I can dream.  Oh, yes, I can dream.

My journal bore the brunt of my anger.  There are scorched capital letters written with the fire I felt.  Writing is still one of the best tools to help sort & sift my feelings.

There were bright spots within the last few days.  Of course, there were!

Found a sale at Menards on shelves that were the exact price I wanted to pay.

Bun & the Hubs put the first coat of paint on the trim in the future Man Cave.  The room looks so different!

We found new recipes to try for breakfast.  The first one is eggs & avocado on toast.  It tastes better than I thought it would. I honestly gave it a mild hairy eyeball before putting a forkful in the mouth.   I finally get what folks mean when they talk about texture.  Something about the mix of avocado & sunnyside up egg is wyrd.  The only tweak would be one slice of toast with avocado & two eggs on top.  I’ll stick to my over-easy next time.  One could do a poached egg or even a hard-boiled egg.  We have Berrylicious Muffins in a Cup & oatmeal squares to try yet.

I cleaned up the Lair.  The Lair is happier now.

Instead of working on Bun’s doll, I re-worked the first chapter of  The Black Swamp Gourdess’ Unabridged Story of Daemons.  I’m at a sticking point as far as tying some chapters together so I re-read it.  That’s when I found big gaps that needed filling.  I tweaked Chapter 1 & I love it even more than before!  And if I can pull off footnotes in the manner I’d like to in print form, well, I’d be a happy camper.

I’ve got that pins & needles feeling, waiting for the next shoe to drop. How many shoes do we have anyway? There has to have been more than a closetful just in 2020 not to mention the last four years.

I have several books on my wish list.  These are the top two:

Ordinary Men:  Reserve Police Battalion 101 and the Final Solution in Poland by Christopher R. Browning was recommended by my niece-in-law.

Mediocre: The Dangerous Legacy of White Male America by Ijeoma Oluo.  I read her book So You Want to Talk About Race. It was/is eye-opening.

Reading & continuing to educate ourselves on history & reading black/brown/POC authors is one of many things a white person can do to support the dismantling of our systematic racism.  If January 6th showed me one thing it’s this;  just because the people spoke & voted, the problems within our society are not going to *poof* & disappear.  We, especially white people, have so much work to do.  We can never put our heads in the sand again.

 

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Ponders & Woolgathers for 1.9.21

This is my 100th post!

Today is the first day without coffee.  I’m waiting for the tea to steep.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

So far, I’ve been on track with writing down what I’m eating & how much I’m eating.  Call me crazy, it’s made a difference in how I feel. This is where my brain goes because I took a gander at myself nekkid in the mirror.

Brain:  I wonder if that will be all baggy & saggy when you’re done.
Me: WTAF?!  I haven’t had any caffeine yet!
Brain:  Look!  Even the scar from your gall bladder surgery is sagging.  Let’s look…
Me:  Let’s not.

That got me to thinking about how to… well, there’s no other way to put it…. contain the sag.  Spanx might work.  That could get real hot & real sweaty real quick.  I’d have to find full-body deodorant.  OR.  Now here’s an idea!  I’m going there.  You’ve been warned.

I could get piercings so that the saggy skin would become a pouch.  I wouldn’t have to carry a purse!  Although, reaching into my pants & under my shirt to pull out my wallet would be problematic in public.   Hmmm.  I have plenty of time to figure this out.

Last night I dreamed about serving some sort of cheesy dish.  I kept finding strands of my hair in it while serving it to others & on my own plate.  There’s more.  I saw the offending hair.  The person to who I served the plate did not. So, I removed it surreptitiously with my gloved finger.  My plate, I picked it out with my bare finger.  I was curious about how the Interwebs would interpret the meaning.  Geezus, it’s all over the place!  Here are Tracy’s interpretations:

I need to brush my hair more
You can’t hide in your cheesiness
Hairnets are the future of fashion
You need more protein in your diet
You don’t need more protein in your diet
Surprises left in cheese are not welcomed
It’s hard to be sneaky when you leave the evidence in the cheese sauce

Please feel free to add your interpretation!  The sillier the better, naturally.

I forgot to share this tidbit from The Land of Lunch.  The sun finally came out for a quick peek.  Here’s how the convo went:

SIL:  LOOK!  It’s the sun!  It came out!

Me:  Of course it did!  I’m standing right here.

SIL:  That’s right.  It rises on this side of you & sets on the other side.

Me:  No.  It rises this way *motions from my front upwards to my head* & sets *motions down my back to my butt*  this way.  And, then *I slap my butt* the moon comes out.

I read that Trump’s social media accounts have been banned.  Parler was taken down.  Google Play won’t list their app & Apple gave them 24 hours to make some changes or it’s off their platform.

I’ll be breathing easier when January 21st rolls around.  My shock & awe is about shocked & awed out.

The “real” sun is supposed to show its face today.  Considering there is no pretty snow on the ground to look at (it’s WINTER!  THERE IS SUPPOSED TO BE SNOW! *stamps foot*), I’ll take it.

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Ponders & Woolgathers for 1.8.21

It’s heartening to see so much calling out for what it is regarding the storming of the capitol building on 1.6.21. We need to keep it up & never forget.

President-Elect Biden spoke about how different the outcome & the defense would have been if it had been black/brown/POC storming the capitol. He’s calling out the baked-in systematic racism that’s been problematic (that’s putting it lightly) in our country. This gives me hope that we’re on the right path to equality & freedom for all.

I’m going to attempt to finish The Bun’s Daemon Gourd this weekend. The plan is to use the Daemon Gourd doll similar to a Guatemalan Worry doll, only for adults. The worry doll is small & placed under one’s pillow.  You tell the doll your worries, place it under the pillow & the doll will take your worries away.  Daemon Gourds are too big to place under one’s pillow.  Sure, they are there to help but Daemons are still a wee bit on the hooeyish side & I wouldn’t want one infiltrating my dreams with wyrdness.  Anyhoo, the doll has a cauldron & will have a pad of paper to write any worries or anxieties that The Bun might be feeling or having.  The paper can be ripped up & placed into the cauldron then burned. It’s a symbolic way to change those worries & anxieties into the smoke.  Our worries can be smokescreens that keep us looping in a vicious circle.  I like to believe that once the worries are burned, the Daemon Doll will take them & weave them into possibilities or a different way of looking at the thing so the solution comes forward or it isn’t so overwhelming.  I plan to make one for myself to use in a similar fashion. Claude, the Daemon Gourd has offered but I rather like Claude watching over us in the living room. Plus, I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that Claude likes to collect big toes.

Fun fact, according to the website The Free Dictionary, Daemon is defined as:
daemon (ˈdiːmən) or daimon
n 1. (Classical Myth & Legend) a demigod
2. the guardian spirit of a place or person
3. a variant spelling of demon.

The inspiration behind calling the dolls Daemons comes from the book series His Dark Materials (most well known being The Golden Compass) by Philip Pullman. I loved the idea that Daemons weren’t evil. They were helpers. Naturally, with the way my brain works & input from the Creative Muses & Beastie it had to go a bit sideways & wyrd. And that led to writing the Unabridged Story of Daemons which explains who they are & where they came from.

If you didn’t know, I love & am slightly obsessed with VW bugs & VW minibusses. I would be willing to get my motorcycle license again just to zip about on one of these.
You can read more about the Volkspod here: https://www.thisiscolossal.com/2019/11/brent-walter-volkspod/

I love words.  I can’t tell you where it comes from. I’ve always loved to read so maybe it’s from that.  English class wasn’t my favorite class in the world but somewhere in there, a love of words & writing words & expression was planted.  My point is that I found this site https://www.wordgenius.com/.  I signed up for the Word of the Day & now have a collection of words to browse through.

For example, pantophagous showed up.  It means to eat all kinds or a variety of foods.  The word tickles me so.  Here’s an example of how I could use it:

Daemons are well known pantophagous eaters & will only turn their noses up if you serve them extra floofy kittens.

Last, but not least, I really love typing out these ponderings & woolgatherings. It helps pull my thoughts together & strengthen the ol’ writing muskles.

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