Garbage Can Person

Ever have one of those days were you just cannot seem to focus. Yeah, that is me today. I am unfocused and antsy. I feel I should be anticipating something but I cannot remember what it is so it is also being tainted with a bit of confusion. Maybe it was the dream which I awoke from surprised I had been asleep. The dream was so very real and beautifully colorful. I believe the time was near sunset, dusk, it was still light out but the sun was setting. The sky was purple and lavender not much orange or yellow. There were darker purple clouds strung across the sky. Not the small or even large fluffy but the long lines of clouds that resemble fibers that are woven and then have been undulating thereby creating what looks like waves in a fabric.

 The interpretation indicates I will have difficulties of a romantic nature. It gets even better, the clouds are telling me that I will need courage and determination to get through some unhappiness and disappointment and the purple streaks are a premonition of a happy social event.  Well that is nice since I am NOT romantically involved with anyone. There is also going to be a change of residence and it will be better than this one. Bloody Hell!! What if this means my home is going to burn down, my cats are going to die and I will have to find another place to live. Arrrghhhh!!!!!!

And, here we go…..

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Mother calls me up and leaves the following voice mail…”remember that cancer that was on my leg, well it is a cell root and they have scheduled me for surgery. They have to go in deep and get it. There will be stitches and I can't do anything for 14 days.” What cancer? I know nothing of cancer. I can see now that she back to her old ways of not telling the “kids” anything.   I call her back and there is no answer. I call my brother and he knows nothing either. Again, what cancer?  What is a cell root?  Looking back at the dream, some of this makes a little more sense. I wait until I can talk with her.

On another note… As I was out running errands today I got in my car to back out of my parking space. In front of me was a large red truck and a woman sitting inside pretending not to look at me. She starts her truck and waits. I start up, buckle up the seat belt, she is still waiting. I rearrange my purse on the seat and look at my cell phones and still she sits there. I back up and start to drive off when who comes pulling her truck through the spot I just vacated and drives off. Red truck woman. I have to wonder, how long would she have sat there? What if I had gotten back out of my car and walked to a different store? Would she still be there?

Earlier I am in the store and hear this woman in a loud voice chatting with a man in what sounds like a domestic discussion. Not angry or heated just he saying what about this or that and she is declining his choices. It is all very civil and I am beginning to feel a bit sorry for him.  Finally he comments that she does not like anything he does and he is not sure he can help with decisions. A different female voice chimes in very softly, that I cannot hear but the response is from the louder more dominant woman is, “I am not really a garbage can person anyways.” What!!?? Really?? What does that mean? 

What is a garbage can person? Are there really garbage can people. I felt a little bad when I actually burst out laughing. Yes I did that. What the bloody hell is a garbage can person? Did she mean she does not care what kind of garbage can he buys? She is just not into deciding what contains the trash in the back yard? He is so screwed. 

If he buys the black one she will not be happy yet if he buys the green one she will not be happy and yet she has just declared that she is not a garbage can person. Once home it will matter. I assume it was a mother that was with them. Years from now as they are in discussions with their respective divorce attorneys and are asked “what was the pivotal moment you knew it was not going to work out”? I hope they come across this letter somewhere and remember it all started because she was not a garbage can person.

Still no phone call going through to Mother. I will try again tomorrow.

I went to bed last night thinking I would like to get up to see the Blood Moon Eclipse. I awoke at 4:05 this morning and thought I still had an hour and a half until eclipse time and would loive to go back to sleep but that was not to be. So I got up and walked 1.7 miles and then made tea and waited and there was no moon. Lots of clouds, no moon and then a break in the clouds and a tiny sliver of the eclipsed moon winked and then clouds again. I would like to say I am disappointed but I actually got to see a probably creepier version of it all cloud covered and mysterious.

I have a two meetings today so I must prepare.

 J quit trying to put me in your preconceived box. I will not fit and it just frustrates you. Then you shut down and all communication is terminated. If you pull the wings off of a butterfly to see how they work it is no longer a butterfly and you have killed it.