Patience and Prudence

Yesterday I went here

On the day where the threshold between the dead and the living is almost visible, I went to the place where earth ends and the sea begins.

I've been feeling like a lot of doorways, thresholds, entryways, exits - all of them are important to my life right now.  It feels right - endings and beginnings - I can feel that I'm about to start another phase of my life, a real one.  A big one.  Internal and external.  Whatever is coming, I can feel it.

I've been feeling very dizzy when I am in doorways.  My own included!  Standing in the surf up to my knees gave me serious vertigo, lol.  Threshholds, doorways, beginnings and endings.  My spiritual self is lining up with my physical self.

Glad I didn't get a boot to the ass and get pushed off some rocks, you know?

Here is a row of beach cottages, like a hotel, right on a pier

Crystal Pier, Pacific Beach - Hallowe'en day 2014

I have always wanted to stay there, to hear the ocean all night long.  It ain't cheap tho...

This guy flew down and shared a berm with me.  He just kept LOOKING at me.  I wanted to complain to his manager, but that guy was off fighting over an old hot dog down the beach.

I told him what a handsome gentleman he was.  I don't know if he was flirting with me or not.  Maybe he just wondered did I have any doritos in my backpack.

It's been cloudy and breezy here.  Remember me complaining about the relentless sunshine?  Last night it rained like serious business, first time in a month or so.  I HAVE POWER.  I made it rain.  Too bad I can't do that with money.

One of the cottage interiors I found on Google images, this one?

is actually for rent.  At a price we could afford if we continue saving and paying off stuff.  BUT, it's available like, right now.  Calm down, Universe - concentrate on The Ides of March.  That's when I need to move.

But how fantastic is that little beach cottage.  It's in La Jolla.  WANT.

Patience, patience, patience...

Hallowe'en, 1967 - from the Way Back Machine

Judith (Cat Go-Go-Dancer, me, the skeery (barefoot wtf?) lion, Georgia the Mummy, Leslie the football player (with our salad bowl on her head)

Have a spooky All Hallows Eve, everyone!

♫ Kick it real good ♪

From a story in People magazine (cracker-jack reporting you know):

"In a gruesome scene seemingly straight out of a Halloween horror movie, a man beheaded his mother Tuesday night, dragged her body out of her Long Island, New York, apartment, and kicked her severed head down the street before jumping to his death in front of a moving train."

OH MY GOD hahahahahahaha Y'ALL SERIOUSLY.

Kicked.  Her severed head.  DOWN THE STREET.

Remember my story about how I used to make sure I stepped on every crack, every line, and chanted that rhyme about 'step on a crack, break your father's back' etc"?  yeah.

How jealous are you of this guy right now.  Well, I mean besides the facts that 1. he was 35 and still living with that whore and 2. he was driven so bat-crap crazy by this bitch that he committed suicide, so was unable to celebrate even 5 fucking minutes of freedom.

But other than that?  yeah.

"Derek Ward, 35, killed his mother Patricia, a 66-year-old professor, and then committed suicide, according to the Associated Press. He had a history of psychiatric problems."

She was a professor.  Imagine the magnitude of her narcissism.

Yes, yes - it's possible that I am taking this the wrong way.  But there are gabillions of commenters on that story taking it the OBVIOUS direction.  I think we all know there is a big possibility that the plot MAY be direct from the Narc Playbook.

Here's to you, Derek Ward.  Here's a beer in heaven for you.  I hope there's a hammock and large breasted women there too (or muscly men, if that's what you're into).  I'm just sorry it took you so long, and that it took your life too.