these days of leiderhosen

I manage some very Tourette -ian outbursts and a really foul temper even with substantial medication. I don't manage it well or gracefully. Just recently I decided to do something about it on my own, sans guidance and just nuts enough to amuse myself. I gave my unreasonable fury a body of his own and, boy howdy, is it a show. He's two feet tall, like a undersized dragon with a long skull and adolescent spines down his back, enormous clawed feet, tiny little clenched hands with little pointy taloned fingers to obscenely gesture with. Appearing very weighty for his size like a file cabinet, he is a matte deep royal blue with big yellow bulgy eyes, very white sharp teeth and a bright pink pointy tongue. He is very ill behaved, even for a monster. Especially for a very small annoying monster. When he start up with a tantrum or bringing up recriminating baloney to push the shame button and start up the unpleasant chorus in my head, I get to shush him and give him a time out . I ...

I miss having bee hives. There was nothing not to love about keeping bees, even the tremendous sticky mess of extraction. Even getting an occasional sting. ( Laundry bluing is amazing for this purpose) . If you've never had honey straight from the beekeeper over salty cheese and pears, you really ought to try it. Or broiled fresh peaches the honey and a dash of good salt. Or... I found this horrifying. Honestly, WTF?!?! There is a notice on a post in our neighborhood for a missing chicken Parking Permit Fiasco on our street continues, even down to a conspiracy theory. We (my family of two) have $420.00 in tickets to address. This must be addressed. Maybe there will be drink after work... Two more weeks until a long weekend at the beach! Hurrah! If you catch me on park bench in Mendocino with a spoon and my face in a pot of sour cherry jam, you might want to pick another time.