Antidotes

 

Does this stuff really work, this dark chocolate therapy? I've been eating a lot of it lately in three-a-day binges, and treating each little hopeful message as if it came down from Heaven amidst lightning bolts and big BIG voices- Cecil B. DeMille voices from the Ten Commandments. Well darn, come to think of it, that was a silent film wasn't it? Is this one THE first commandment from Mother Dove, or did she borrow it from Omar Khyam?

Also, the kitchen has a little Goddess now. I'll show you tomorrow. It would have been a tall, beautiful White porcelaine statue of the Goddess Kwan Yin, but DH broke her head clean off throwing his boot across the room because he was mad at himself for leaving it there and tripping me! So, my mother's beautiful statue died in a beheading. I stood for a long time holding the two pieces of my beautiful statue in my hands, speechless with the suddeness of it all. Why didn't he just whack himself on the side of the head with his boot!

These are all knitting avoidance topics, you know. I'm also attempting to stay ways from anything political that will just break off three more rungs of the ladder out of the mud pit that readers of political blogs find themselves in.

I need to go into the snows of Yosemite and stay there for the next 10 weeks with my dog, my knitting, books and my chocolate. But there really isn't enough snow there at the moment. I really need to go to sleep for three months. Think of it, Three months of Peace from Lies and more damn lies.