So, I plodded on down to the cabin for a rapid-fire trip. I met with a plumber, I cleaned the kitchen and got rid of some serious garbage therein. I mowed the grass around the house (push mower, baby - old school). I also took a little bookshelf from the back bedroom and cleaned it, then painted it. I went down the mountain and picked up a new trashcan. I drilled some drain holes in my whiskey barrel planter. I added some wildflower seeds.
I saw a snake, a coyote, a few turkey, some deer, one rabbit. I heard a barred owl, I heard whippoorwills and wood thrushes. I also heard more coyotes than I saw.
One of the weirdest, hardest things about the cabin is the auditory hallucinations. I hear things that sound like people, or a cat yowling - and it turns out that it's a crow, or the wind, or hell, maybe ancestral voices. I don't know.
I joke that when I travel to the cabin, I grocery shop like an eight-year-old with $20 and no supervision. There were Pop Tarts, golden Oreos, white bread, mac and cheese. I finally had some broccoli at lunch yesterday, and my body was much happier. Much, much happier.
I managed to stave off ticks - found three crawling on me - but none attached. I had phantom itching for hours. When I got home, first things first - I took a long shower. Then I took the truck to the car wash, and then, I took my feet to nail salon for a much needed pedicure. My new color is called Madame President - to which my husband said, "Oh, a fictional color". Sometimes, he can be a buzzkill.
To that end - I had tickets to a show last night at the Cannery for a psychic comedian - Peter Antoniou. He was spectacular. I had gotten 2 tickets - Matt bailed on me, and that turns out to be good - because Matt would have hated it. He doesn't believe in psychics, mediums, etc. I have a healthy belief in things that cannot be otherwise explained. I also understand that psychics speak in generalities, and work to land the plane from there. He was really good, though, and I enjoyed myself. I had a vodka with soda and lime. I realize now, I can't/shouldn't drink. I felt overheated immediately. Although, to be fair, I was already overheated due to sun/wind exposure.
And now, we have Memorial Day coming. I end up getting the Friday before Memorial Day as a holiday - they do that rather than Christmas Eve, and that's fine, fine, fine with me. I can think of a dozen ways I can spend the day, and so now I have to choose. Do I want a massage? A quick trip to the Huntsville IKEA? Lunch with a friend? Bra and lipstick shopping? Laundry and groceries? Whatever - it'll be some permutation of the above.
It's going to be a fun girl summer, y'all. I am proclaiming it now.
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My mother also said swallowing a spoonful of vinegar would keep away bug bites because it would make your blood sour. Now I'm doubting even that one.
And speaking of doubts surely even a skeptic can enjoy a psychic comedian. Heck, I know how quite a few magic tricks work but I'm still impressed by them. Even if it's a trick it still takes skill to pull it off.