a little something extra

a little something extra

Sunday, July 10, 2011

I know I'm Bats but--REALLY!?!

Friends!

So, I'm at work this morning, out and about, getting samples for some lab work.  I opened the door to one of the pumping plants and almost stained my shorts when this tiny object fluttered out!  It was a Little Brown Bat.

I bet he passed a little guano, too.

He flittered down to the ground and of course my first thought was: PICTURES!


He was SO tiny and light, and his fur was silky soft.

He had translucent fuzzy wings.

Check out those tiny toes!  They were surprisingly strong.

I didn't get a photo, but when he opened his mouth I saw his teeny-weeny fangs!  Don't worry, he didn't want to drink my blood, Little Brown Bats eat insects.  In fact, there are several bat houses on the property.

He flew off after a few minutes, no doubt cussing me out for disturbing his nap.

xx

trish

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Back to Work.

Friends!

You all made me weep.  Shame on you!
Thank you for you encouraging words, love and experiences. I am honored.

 I had three days off from work and indulged in an orgy of cleaning and organization, something I find very Zen and in-the-moment to do.  If I can't have ordered inner space at least my outer space is going to be spic-n-span, dammit.

I don't feel any better, but I'm not any worse.  Holding is good.

And I have some most excellent medicine to ingest later...Scott came home with a chocolate fudge cake today!  Just THINK of how many endorphins I'll get from that.
Better living through chemistry!

xx

trish

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Black Dog

Friends!

I haven't written in a while, and there is a reason for that.

Winston Churchill called his depression "The Black Dog".  It's been such a long time since I've seen my particular canine that I didn't realize it was here.  But it is.  I am depressed.

What this means for me is that life has no joy, no savor, no creativity.
I feel bleak.
Living is an effort and takes all my attention and effort.
I'm incredibly tired, yet I can't sleep, or my sleep is haunted by incredibly vivid and horrifying nightmares.
I'm confused and I can't find words, nouns, names.  It's frustrating trying to express myself.  I can't even compose a decent compound sentence, for cripe's sake.

At least I know what this is and what I need to do, and I'm doing it.  I've done it before.  But it takes time to get better, and I'm an impatient perfectionist.  I hate waiting, yet I must.

Winston Churchill said "If you are going through Hell, keep going."

I intend to keep moving.
Thanks for listening.

xx

trish