I'm very curious about what happened to the seventh day post I already posted, which isn't here...which said something about God resting on the seventh day, but I went shopping. I think aliens are stealing my posts. Either that or they're stealing my mind. Come to think of it, I think the latter is the more probable.

Ok, so I went shopping and bought two dresses. I haven't bought dresses in years. Is Pye going girlie? It would seem so. I used to be very girlie..spend hours putting on makeup, making myself looking beautiful. But then I married my first husband and he was some kind of Communist or something who was against makeup and high heels. Really, I think he was just some kind of idiot.
Then I just got all down on myself and thought "what's the point?"
So why now? ....change of venue. I live alone..got nobody else to take care of, why not take care of me? Why not spend hours putting on makeup and fixing my hair? What else have I got to do?? Well, aside from feeding all the critters within a three mile radius, and counseling all the kids in town...listening to everybody's sad story, fixing coffee for the girls...hmm. Better start getting up earlier if I want to spend all that time in front of the mirror.
I've got the makeup! Ya see...at Christmas time, my sister and I were really into CSI Miami...right? And we were even thinking about doing some short videos, parodies. I wrote a couple...so we needed some props, right? There was this awesome brushed aluminum suitcase thing, just like they use on CSI, perfect! The only problem was, it was filled with makeup. So, I had to buy $28 worth of makeup just to get the neat aluminum crime scene case. My only question about this is, why are they putting makeup in crime scene cases? I also thought it would be kind of funny in the parody to open up the crime scene case and find makeup instead of the normal crime scene equipment..which I also have some very cool stuff that I found...like yellow crime scene tape! blue rubber gloves. an assortment of brushes and tweezers... Even some cool masks for working toxic scenes. I love it. But....Barb bugged out on me...she always does. She always says she'll do something right up until the day of it, and then at the last minute she comes up with some reason why she just can't.

And that is the last part of my 7th day posting. As I said, I'm changing my venue. The biggest part of that is that I'm going back to my friends. Whenever I let my sister back into my life, I end up being monopolized by her, but then she always lets me down. So, I'm not playing this demented little game anymore. I'm going to spend a lot more time with the other people in my life that she always somehow manages to get me to squeeze out...and doing a little squeezing of my own. I want to enjoy life and have fun, and she's just no fun anymore!

Excelsior!

My lovely neighbor fixed me a birthday dinner tonight..so I've eaten several birthday dinners during the course of this week! It was absolutely wonderful, with fresh garden picked lettuces, basil pesto on spinach and ricotta pasta and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Gotta love it.

Being that it was Monday, and Friday I had placed several phone calls to doctors; I made a couple of more phone calls, seeing that I'm supposed to go away this weekend and I wanted to make sure that was ok. Well, I never heard from one single doctor. Am I surprised? Nope. So I decided I'm going to my 40th high school reunion anyway...come hell or high water. The plans have been in place for months; my girlfriend of 42 years is coming to pick me up to take me there and spend the weekend with me; so the hell with it - I'm going. I really don't care if I keel over and drop dead while I'm there, as long as I get to go. Not that I think there's any possibility of that happening; but you'd think if they find something in your brain, they'd at least have the common courtesy to give you a call back and say, yeah..it's cool...or no, you really need to be careful, something! y'know? No, they just call and say "there's a growth in your brain. Don't drive". "Well, what does that mean exactly?" Doctor: "I don't know, you'll have to talk to a neurologist. Do you have one?" I feel like I'm talking to aliens. Could these people be any less responsive? Do they take a course in school on how to make their patients feel stupid and ignorant? Honest to God..I'd give anything to have Dr. Kirsch back..he at least spoke to me like a human being. He didn't listen very well..but he at least recognized the fact that I am a person! It's astounding..I don't know what they do to these poor people in medical school, but it must be highly dehumanizing.

The third thing on Pye's list for the sixth day is very sad. I guess I have to blame it on the brain. When I thought Speedle was rejoining CSI Miami, I was basing that on an article that popped up when I googled Rory news for the past 24 hours. (I know, I'm way gone)(That's a whole nother story)(and it's not really what you think)(or maybe it's not what I really think...I'm not sure...but anyway)this TV Guide article popped up at the top of the list...and it was about CSI "exhuming" Rory's character. Well, it was the middle of the night..I was sleepy, I have a funky brain..and I guess it was partly wishful thinking; because honestly - I don't even watch it anymore! Well..he's not coming back. The article was old, and it was about when they brought him back as ghost last year. Bloody hell. So go ahead and trash the set after all, what do I care. I'm only going to turn the thing on if I can watch Speedle anyway. pfff
Well, that's not completely true. I would watch Little Britain if they showed it.

Flowers and chocolate, and a visit with my EX-mother and sister-in-law. How many people can say that? 25 years I've been separated from her son, and she still comes to see me! They're great people though..and I can't get over how fantastic she is at 86 years old! I wish I had her strength and vitality. What a doll..and her daughter too. My daughter looks so much like her aunt that when she was little and the three of us would go out together, people would think Alyssa was Sharon's daughter, not mine! Which made Sharon absolutely beam with delight because she's never had any children of her own..I've been happy to share. Why not? Children need as much love as they get, and my exes family has showered her with love...nothing wrong with that. Matter of fact, they've kind of showered me with love too..nothing wrong with that either. I like it!

And now Pye has to eat some words. Wait a minute, there's no 'chewing' icon...well, you'll just have to take my word that I'm munching on them. Ok, I told you to turn off your television sets..that it was destroying your minds...dehumanizing you..and this is all true. But then I found out THEY'RE BRINGING SPEEDLE BACK TO CSI MIAMI!!!! AHHHH!

At first when I woke up this morning I thought I dreamed it..but then I remembered I had gotten up in the night and surfed the net for awhile. So I checked my history, and sure enough, there it was..the article on TV Guide.."CSI Miami is exhuming character Tim Speedle". How do they plan on pulling this off? I have no idea...do I care? Why should I? It's Rory Cochrane. I luuvv Rory Cochrane. Rory Cochrane is bea-u-tiful, and weird and dark. He's sensitive and pensive and scruffy and ..okay, I'll shut up. Yes, I know he's dead..well, his character anyway - shot and killed, three years ago! And that they brought him back as a ghost for one episode last year...ostensibly. Was he a ghost? Is he really alive? Has he been living in a witness protection program? Is CSI losing viewers? Have the writers gone insane? Am I in heaven? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...
So as soon as I find out the date for the second episode of the new season..providing there is NO ACTORS STRIKE...I'm having a "Return of the Speedle" Party, and everyone's invited! Dress as your favorite CSI character, or corpse for matter~ (Talk about dehumanizing...)For snacks I'm eating my words about television..for everyone else, I'm making all kinds of CSI goodies! Speedies for one!

I woke up. That's always a good start. I went to sleep last night wondering how much longer I have on this earthly plane...plain? But then, how long does anyone have?

It's gray and humid today. Looks like rain. It's rained quite a bit this week. I use to live in Florida and it would rain every day there. About 3 pm the sky would cloud up, burst, soak everything; and then the sun would come out again and life would return to it's bright and luminous norm.

That's the way these storms have felt, like Florida rain storms. I always kind of figured if I just stayed put in central NY, eventually I'd end up with tropical weather and possibly even ocean front property. Those conditions may not be too far away. What has really been spectacular about the rain storms this week however, is that twice they have left behind double rainbows. There are 24 apartments in my complex. There are at least two people or more living in most of the apartments; but I was the only one who ever bothered going out to look at the rainbows. Something about that made me giggle out loud. I found myself crouching at the end of my building on the rain-soaked sidewalk laughing all to myself, and brushing a couple of tears away as I savored the majesty of color brushed across the sky. As I peered ever harder at the transparent hues, I was able to make out just the slightest dashes of extra bands of more colors there, nearly invisible had I not spent the time to look more thoroughly. That made me giggle even harder. I'm certain anyone who saw me probably thought I was an escapee from the local psych ward and unfortunately, psychos probably are the only people who take the time to look at rainbows anymore.
And I must be crazy, because I didn't even know at that point that there was this eminent possibility...well, that my brain had gone funky on me again.

Well I'm glad I'm crazy...because I saw two double rainbows this week...and I saw red in those rainbows..never see red in them much...not unless you really pay attention, and I guess the crazy people are the only ones paying attention any more.

Awakened by telephone ringing. It's my doctor with the MRI report which I only had yesterday. As I had told him a couple of weeks ago, there's a problem. He didn't really believe then. Bet he's wondering how I knew. It's always kind of interesting to watch Dr. Science have his world twisted by little Ms. Inconspicuous, nee Hypochondriac.

So, we have a cyst growing on our brain...at the surgical site where our last so-called surgeon removed the tumor. What does this mean? No freaking idea. Dr. Science didn't know either. The only thing he had to offer was "don't drive". Thanks doc...I don't..haven't for 5 years now. Thankfully I was aware enough to notice people running up phone poles around me and decided to retire my license. People who are deaf on one side should not drive cars..not in traffic anyway. At least this is my own experience. Maybe some people are able to compensate; I never have been able to. I hear the noise alright, but I couldn't tell you which of the 360 degrees that make up the circle of our existence that it emanates from. So...

I'm sitting here waiting for more phone calls. Or planning on making some if I don't get any by certain strokes of the clock. I hate this. And this is not at all the way I envisioned my 59th year. So much for psychic abilities when it comes to fun. It seems the only thing I'm good at foreseeing is trouble. Whoopie. For once I'd like to envision myself having a great freakin time! Going on a world tour, or meeting interesting people or finding buried treasure! What's wrong with psychic visions of stuff like that??

So anyway, that's day three. Forgive me if I don't seem too excited. Pissed is more the adjective. Catch y'all later. Ciao