These bones jiggle all around. Making noise, clanging around. This foot must’ve been deformed. See how it bends at the wrong place. These hands look funny too. See how the fingers twist in the mighty wind. This is a sign something is terribly wrong. There is no dreaming here. No one’s thinking the scarecrow is frightening. The birds still hang around and don’t leave. It hasn’t done its job this year. Neither has the bone collector. No more shovel, no more cans. These bones are piling up with nowhere to go.
It’s definitely getting cooler out but not cool enough where I can turn off the air conditioning in my car and apartment. I go between warm and chilly. I can’t wait for the weather to be consistently chilly so I can wear sweatpants and long sleeve shirts. I’ve slowly started to go on a diet of eating better and cutting out the stuff that isn’t good for me. I have yet to go to the gym for several reasons and the main one being there is something seriously wrong with my right foot. It’s hard to walk with it not feeling pain and putting on a shoe hurts even at times. Yes, I need to see a doctor for this. I’m certain it’s my arthritis and all s/he will tell me is to buy some OTC pain meds which doesn’t work at all because my pain is too severe. Why have my foot x-rayed when I basically think I know what it is? The saying of you know your body best is true. The saying go to the doctor because while they often stab at whatever sticks for a diagnosis, they know more than you do about the inner workings of your body.
I had a few days to myself. It was great. I haven’t been alone in a long time. Again, it was nice as I did a little bit of everything over the weekend. I dabbled in a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I finally finished stringing together my tiny bottles of sand and hung up a new cup. I picked up a book and read another chapter. I did washed too many dishes and washed my clothes again. Wouldn’t it be great to never have to wash another dish or clothes again? I’m not going to talk about politics or my lack of writing because there’s time for that later. Besides, I’m feeling right now as if taking names and kicking ass isn’t so great of a motto. Not that I ever really followed this but everyone remembers who did them wrong and the people they would sometimes like to get revenge on at some point in his or her life. Which brings me to the topic of suicide and murder? Maybe because I’m watching a show about murder and how forensic evidence helped solve the cases. Maybe because I know of a few people who killed themselves and how mental health has come again to the forefront due to the pandemic.
Like a recovering alcoholic or any kind of addiction, thinking and taking action to die is just about scraping the bottom of anything. No one in their right mind would do this. It’s the same as anyone doing something that is viewed as “severe.” It’s not like person actually likes thinking or acting this way. I guess it’s part addiction and part powerful animal/monster/entity from the inside. This is what I’m struggling with in terms of how to convey this in a meaningful but impactful way for one of my future stories. Okay, maybe I am by default talking about my writing. I feel as if there can be beauty in the grossest of topics. I might be feeling the effects of not writing and wanting to be creative. I sometimes feel trapped within the constraints of my own image of perfection and needing to abide by my own rules. This is all I have to offer for today. I plan on writing a few poems on my days off as well as going back to my writing. I’m on a mission to write about gross stuff and have the reader not know what I’m truly talking about. Maybe that’s not the way to go and just come out and say it. Be blunt about it. Who knows? Definitely not me.
Because I didn’t know anything about the books or show, I really wasn’t sure what it was all about except the location was in Britain. I had no idea Shonda Rhimes was involved. I heard something about the male lead on the Internet. This show reminds me of a weathered down version of another show I recently watched on Netflix. Most episodes are 57 minutes long and the last episode is 72 minutes. It is created by Chris Van Dusen.
Bridgerton is about an aristocratic family called the Bridgertons. There are many children in this family, but the main focus is on the oldest daughter named Daphne and the oldest son named Anthony. Fatherless, Anthony is chosen to look after the family alongside his mother. The family finds themselves in the spotlight when Daphne catches the eye of the Queen. The spotlight continues with the help of a newsletter that is read by many about the latest gossip. When Simon Bassett returns to London, he finds himself in a situation where cutting all ties with the Bridgerton become impossible.
Bridgerton has a great cast. Most of the actors and actresses I wasn’t familiar with although some of them I remembered from past shows or movies. In terms of mystery and suspense, there is little except for the identity of the person writing the newsletter. She is referred to as Lady Whistledown and clearly has a lot of free time on her hands. The show is narrated by Julie Andrews. If you like the Victorian era with corsets and wigs, this is the show for you. If you like English society where creative liberties were taken in terms of inclusiveness, this show is for you. Despite the ending as I wanted it to go another way, it was worth watching.
I rate Bridgerton Season One at 95% with FOUR FINGERS and ONE THUMB
You're the ornamental insect causing havoc. They call you a space invader. The Vespa mandarinia many times over. My eyes don't get tired because of you. I've spent a lifetime with people calling me a rug. My mouth doesn't open at the right time. They cause organ failure and shock. The Asian hornet queen has become my nemesis. Her workers equally recognized by American eyes. All of them must die for the greater good. The honeybees understand this dilemma. I don't want this weight on me. Depriving a relative is cruel. Dying of exhaustion by another makes one a murderer. They never saw you as equal. What does it matter when another Vespa hornet dies?
his stomach was near empty
the very hunger that goes against
rebelling and ignoring the obvious
nothing fills the void like the small
keep the light covered
do not change the order unnecessarily
he has gone to the other side
truth must continue