Well fall certainly showed up with bravado!  We lost half a maple tree because of the wind, thankfully I covered the pool last week because the portion that fell, fell across the length of our pool.  It's cold, windy, dark and rainy...perfect for a storm or the setting of a horror movie.  So far it has only been the former, but if he wind continues into the night, I just better be prepared for hooded zombies weilding sharp knives.  Perfect night for a horror fest, except no wait...I'm a total wuss and would never watch them!  Perhaps dreamland will offer its own windy adventure.

So in my dream last night, I was given this slick, black SUV that was loaded with everything...like in James Bond everything.  I wasn't sure who I was driving around, except to say that I was sleeping as I got in and started to drive and thought to myself, holy hell I can't drive this thing when I'm sleeping, I'll crash.  We never did, but the path certainly wasn't direct, on a road and we rolled around a bit too....hmmmm.  I'm not sure what to make of it, should I wake up about a direction my life is taking?  Or is the direction assessed throught the subconscious and the path so out of the ordinary that it almost feels reckless?  Hopefully time will tell. 

Ok, the septic guy ruled out our septic system and pretty much solved the problem the plumber could not, but he was missing his front teeth, and since I'm kind of a nice teeth girl I sadly had to rule him out as a boyfriend...It turns out after more investigation today with the septic guy and the plumbers, the clog was due to too many tampons that were flushed in the poolside bathroom....Now the boys are sighing and relaxing that it was someone else's fault instead of the men in my house for once.  I was told when we built the house that I should never flush personal items into the septic system...ever or the results would be disasterous, and given that I seem to possess the kind of karma that keeps me in the wake of all kind of secretions including the excremental kind I am always careful about this rule.  Since I'm the only female that lives here and our cats are spayed that leaves only the multitude of females who have enjoyed our pool.  I can't be mad at someone that doesn't understand the sensitivites of our plumbing system so next year I will have to hang a big sign that says, "Given the trauma of the plumbing/flood incident of 2009,, please be kind and DO NOT flush personal items or the ensuing spontanious combustion of your host will forever be on your conscience"

Yes it happened again.  Why did it take three floods for the plumber to suggest perhaps the problem is septic.  Yes I have four degrees none of which includes any information on plumbing troubles...I just assumed and I know it makes an ass out of u and me,  that he would have suggested we check with our septic BEFORE THE KITCHEN FLOODED THE THIRD TIME.  So I called three septic companies before I actually got a human voice and when I told him our problem and he actually sympathized with me and is coming out to our house today...I told him that he was now my new boyfriend.  Tomorrow I may actually not have to turn around a half hour after I get to work to soak up the mess...especially since I had to use the damp one's from yesterday since there is not a dry towel anywhere in my house and I was just to optimistic after the plumber came back yesterday to by a wet/dry vacuum. So with no clean towels, no clean dishes and damaged wood floors, I am not a happy camper.

I really just wish I could...shrink into oblivion, that is.  After the waterworks at my house yesterday, I shouldn't have done it, but I did...I sighed after the plumber was finished and packed away his tools, that the pipes were fixed and wouldn't have to worry about that particular problem for a while at the very least.  Not so, I will never sigh with relief again.  This morning an angry man yelled up at me all the while the dirty water in the sink was draining basically onto the kitchen floor.  "I though you said this was fixed!!!!!"  And as I water boarded across the kitchen I yelled "Put the sink plugs in!!!!! and I never said it was fixed, THE PLUMBER SAID IT WAS FIXED"  And then he's all, "Well it's not and what the hell are plugs????"  To which I responed "DUH, DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING....THE PLUGS, THE PLUGS...OH GET OUT OF THE WAY"   What ensued wasn't pretty.  All my towels from yesterday were still wet...because the DROUGHT WE'VE BEEN HAVING ENDED YESTERDAY AND MY TOWELS ARE STILL WET.  Ok, enough shouting for now.  Every single towel anywhere inside my house was used to mop up the mess, which included the bulk size container of those dishwasher soaps with the disolving container that are so convenient most of the time...it isn't pretty when they all disolve simultaneously.  I had to leave the house when the plumber came this time because I really didn't want to waste all the evolving I've done in this lifetime to a momentary fit of murder and mayhem.  I wish I could melt into the frey and not have to fix or clean up anything at all.  I don't want to co-sign for a car loan, or get our fireplace fixed...I just want to melt away like the wicked witch of the west did...with just my broom as the only evidence of my existence. 

 

I also don't like being summoned, conjured or messed with.  So if the lady in the bulky maroon sweatshirt would knock it off, that would be great.

I was feeling so good about myself this morning.  I got up at 5:30 and did some final closing tasks for when our pool is winterized today, did laundry, and was at the clinic early enough to get the coffee going and mood set before anybody got here.  I had just sat down to enjoy that first cup when our second line rang...usually meaning its one of my two sons calling to complain or make a paniced request about something they forgot to do or have me sign.  It was neither...it seems the kitchen and dining room were covered with water and the new wood floor we just put in our library/office was getting wet too.  I flew out the door and was glad that our local police force was having breakfast somewhere and made it home in record time.  All the towels I had washed as part of closing down the pool were all thrown over the floor in a matter of seconds.  Both boys just stood there completely bewildered until the screeching of my voice crashed through their stupor and they were thrown into action as well.  I turned off the water under the sink and managed to get all the wet towels outside to drip dry and was back in the office in twenty minutes.  Steve didn't even know that I was gone because we are usually so busy right away in the morning.  Hopefully this isn't any indication as to how the rest of my day or week will be.  I suppose I was due though, nothing has broken for quite awhile, and I have been having alot of water dreams lately...

Wake up people!  Times are changing...period.  Whether or not things move smoothly is completely up to you and I, and the attitude we carry with us.  Think thoughts of growth, pruning, cleansing and most importantly that it is all about light...and being able to see the truth more clearly.  Things are never what they seem, so try to go with things with less resistance.  That is all I'll say about that.

 

 

Some final pictures of summer, I'm sad already......

This past weekend marks the point in the year, where summer has finally reached an end.  In our town the fair is called "Wheels and Wings"  namely for the planes, helicopters and other flying machines displayed out at our airport (yes, we actually have an airport) and car show at our industrial park.  Of course all the other acroutrements of fair goings like rides and carnies; the smell of all things deep fried wafting in the wind; home made pies by good Christian women; the town parade; and the coronation of Miss Osceola and her court made for a crazy weekend.  I generally don't like fairs, but here it is something you do because you will generally see everyone you know and it's just good etiquette to show support for the various and sundry parts of town, even if it is only to show the underbelly of small town society that appropriate clothing and sobriety are still something that you can find at the beer garden.  My boys like to do the hanging out with friends and rides, and the tractor/truck pull...which will always remain beyond comprehension and must require testosterone to fully appreciate.  The boys also both march in the marching band, one in the highschool and the other the middle school.  I am usually exhausted with just the fair, but throw in my mother-in-law's triple bypass/valve replacement surgery at th Mayo clinic, and Steve's big day opening up his alma-mater's new stadium with all the other Gopher alumni to the mix and today I am barely functioning.  I have to make the dreaded appointment with our pool company to close the pool, because the acorns keep multiplying and now because of our summer drought, the leaves have already started to fall.  It all went by so fast, as I knew it would, but facing the cold isn't something I look forward too...especially since, like the squirrels, my middle seems to be getting thicker.  By every indication, it's going to be a cold winter. 

Yesterday during one moment of solice in a day that became exponentially more busy because...well, PEOPLE JUST DON'T KEEP THEIR PROMISES!  I was doing some deep breathing, the kind that helps one avoid spontaneous combustion and dangling my feet into the pool.  I had just began to relax and truly believe that my heart rate could fall below the point where too much adrenaline would turn me into the incredible hulk, when I started being pummeled from the sky....by acorns.  As I looked around I saw that they are everywhere!  Yes I realize that it's the beginning of fall in Wisconsin but in all the years I've lived amongst the oak trees here, I have never seen this many acorns.  I can't go barefoot anymore because when I do it is like walking on ball bearings and they hurt...alot...especially when they land on your head.  Beyond being irritated, I tried to figure out what so many acorns mean and there is some indication that it will be a cold winter...which to me is laughable because how much colder can it be before this area can no longer sustain any life whatsoever between November and March?  What's next?  Hopefully nothing else will fall out of the sky and ruin my next few minutes of solice.

Sometimes the answers to life's questions are alot more obvious, less glamorous and certainly more uncomfortable than we expect.  I see so many people look for answers in the stars, or charismatic leaders, or the magic of a book.  But really? Outside sources may give comfort and sometimes direction, but real answers lie within.  Jesus said that the Kingdom of God is within us, and that to keep looking for a particular place outside would be futile.  With the world so loud and full of so many kinds of noise that drive us to the point of continuous distraction, it's often difficult to travel within.  The book of Elijah tells a story about this very phenomenon.  When Elijah becomes disillusioned, God asks him if He can be found in the thunder, or flames, the most obvious way humans may think omniscience might be portrayed.  But when these ways don't pan out he is told to be still and listen to the quiet and that is where he found the voice of perfection...in the whispering of the wind.  With the chaos of modern times, and addiction to sound, it's hard to hear just the wind.  Then I fear we will be lost, in a desert of our own creation.  We search for tangible answers but disregard the explanations that come with them.  In my dreams they come in the form of jewels that I don't know what to do with, or letters and phone calls that I don't understand.  So for now, I will try and listen for God in the wind.

Today I was reminded of the allegory of the cave in Plato's republic.  In it, a people are chained, in a cave, with firelight behind them and all they can see are shadows made on the wall from puppet masters behind them.  This is all they know, and what they believe to be real.  Enter the messenger who tells them otherwise, who explains the truth of the situation and that there is a much greater world outside...but they must let go of the illusions they've believed in to escape their bondage to actullay get up, turn around and go outside.  Their response?  Kill the messenger.  Today I feel like that messenger, even if it may sound arrogant to maintain that I am in an elevated enough state to recognize a world that is chained to the illusion that somehow life should just be easy, and they shouldn't have to struggle, or be culpable for the choices they make.  Of course in my world, health care, I am stymied by people who will let their condition worsen simply because they don't want to pay for it now...I say want and not can't because I truly believe that all things are possible, and when you make a choice to smoke, drink and well just about anything else that is more frivolous than taking care of your body, things will eventually go bad for you.  It is like being chained to those shadows that Plato so aptly depicts.  I understand that there will be philosophical differences about how people choose to "fix" their problems, but when the choice is only based on money, or how you prioritize it, you get what you pay for...

 

As you probably can tell, I'm having an off day...really, really off day.  There is just too much bullshit that people hold onto and I'm sick of wading in it.  I'm feeling a little too holier than thow, and that is never a good thing.  Truth be told, I'm tired of stupid people. 

Stealing is wrong on all levels.  I tell my kids that all the time, that cheaters never prosper.  Whether they believe me or not is still questionable...mostly because they are at the age where they are driven by their own moral compass, and unless they get caught or tell me about it I can only hope.  There are plenty of people out there who would take from someone to enhance their own lives...and I think you know who you are.  Don't take without asking, it never really works out.  The universe has a way of catching up to you...and the person you are stealing from.  I can't understand how people haven't quite gotten that yet.  When you take what isn't yours, or jump ahead without paying your particular piper, you don't reap the benefits of working to get there in the first place.   Enough said about that....reap what you sow, instead of taking anothers.