Wednesday, May 09, 2012
The super full moon the other night was incredible. I stared at it with unabashed awe.
But oh dear me.
Jumbys got me!
My wheel estate is suddenly sickly and I don't feel so hot either. Bad timing all around.
The refrigerator develpoed a serious fever and is running way too hot.
The transmission has sudden bad incontinence, peeing fluids without notice, but it is also constipated (has no movements...)
The generator had a stroke. It's alive but nothing works.
That Super Full Moon turned my puppy dog into a Wolf Man.
My shoes went for a walk without me and haven't been seen since. I thought I was doing so well in my daily life, to keep up with such mundane things as shoes on my feet. Did I just walk right out of them and continue onwards barefoot without a clue? I have no idea!
Then again... recently when I hosted a weekend camping party at Hunting Island Beach in South Carolina, I noticed at the end of the second day that my shorts were on inside out. I felt really foolish. No one had said a word about it. Were they being polite or did nobody even notice? Or... even worse, they figured since I was crazy, having my shorts on inside out all day long was par for the course and not worth commenting on. Either way, when I took them off at night to change into my sleepy-time shirt dress, I was appalled.
Other than that, all is good! Well, sort of. Someone that I thought for sure, liked me a lot, suddenly pounced on me for being TOO HAPPY. It was a classic case of "We're not happy until you're not happy".
Dang, that hurt! What's even worse, they kept pounding away at me, until OOPS! I wasn't happy. Daggum it! How did THAT happen? Well, now, they were HAPPY because I wasn't happy.
Why not just leave me alone in my blissful clueless happiness? What was wrong with that? I already had my arms full of madness and emergencies, but I was HAPPY about it, dealing with it.
Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the dog poop.
Sure I know I have lots of things to be unhappy about, but I don't think that way. I want to be happy and plow through the mess with a smile on my face.
What's wrong with being happy? Stuff breaks, life happens.
Blame it on the jumbys!
So what's a jumby? Well in Caribbean folklore, jumbys or jumbies or jumbees are devilish spirits or ghosts or minor demons. They sneak up on you and create havoc sometimes.
The Wolf Man and I are going for a walk in the rain. Barefoot. Maybe this will clear my head and I can figure out what to fix next.