Winter blahs

up before the alarm but not a Grizzy issue,,,, Schnoz issue,,, Head full of junk and slime, achy and ohgawdjustletitend sinus pressures.

Hatez this time of year. Up-downs of temperatures and humidity do all sorts of bad things: being affected by molds and fungi, I get hit hard this time of year.

But I deal. this morning felt like ‘lack of humdity’ pressure (don’t ask how I know, its not a thing I can explain, I just pay attention to gut feels) so I put a 2 gallon stewpot on the gas-stove, full of water and some mint leaves, and filled the house with steam and smells. Shits starting to loosen up and the pressure is breaking now.

More losses in the blog world. Divemedic’s mother passed this mortal coil.

I see a similar day coming myself. Maybe not my Da, but my friend at work, Bones. He ain’t lookin’ too good these days and believe me, that’s saying alot. Not family by blood, but family that can’t be replaced nonetheless. A fountain of information about this area and its people that can’t be replicated. Myself and Son of Bossman watch, wait, and do nothing because, well, Bones,,, He is a force unto himself and his distrust of doctors is one of his taproots in the world.

There is a time for everything.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

• To every thing there is a season,
• and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
• A time to be born, a time to die;
• a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
• A time to kill, and a time to heal;
• a time to break down, and a time to build up;
• A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
• a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
• A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
• a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
• A time to get, and a time to lose;
• a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
• A time to rend, and a time to sew;
• a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
• A time to love, and a time to hate;
• A time of war, and a time of peace.

Christmas is always a hard time to go through when there is loss, but in some ways, that is part of the celebration of life: there must be loss to offset the gains. Without the pain, here can be no hope. This fact is always elusive when the pain is so great it feels insurmountable, but there is always hope: greater pain, greater hope, you have to have both. If we had no losses, there would be no hope and that is not how human beings function. We need stife, loss, difficult times: if we don’t have those we go stark raving mad. And there is part of me that thinks that is why we are having such a hard time in the world today: so many have hit that lack of want state, that they have nothing to focus on. Lord knows I feel it in my own personal life: I can order whatever I want online, have it days later, and then I feel unsatisfied about things. I need that strife, that insecurity of need, even if its making something, hoping I don’t fuck this up. (and there is a thought here about some of the things I keep hearing in my recent lecture listening phase, but I am only touching on it here, not delving)

more laters,,, I need to move my arse off to that J.O.B. thing and be a responsible serf in the world. Kittehs want thier foodies yaknow.