Scroogey mumblings

For the last few weeks, I have been trying to make, buy (ha!), conjure, etc.. anything that will pass for presents to put under the tree (the dusty thing is still hanging perilously somewhere over the basement stairs). I knitted, sew, sculpted, glued on, cut, moulded..etc,  feverishly for a while. Unfortunately, without any clear plan.

On Tuesday, I fell in the bath. yes, I slipped and fell backwards like a not so graceful, pale tree. Fortunately, the bath was half full and I only hurt my right wrist a bit. Not big deal, except that it stops me from getting on with all my 'feverish' crafting and knowing me, I suspect (I dare not look) that, everything I started was not finished before I couldn't help but move on to the next thing. :o/

From my bed I can see: half a hat, a third of a scarf, the tip of a sock, 2 dresses cut but not sewn, a small pile of would be earrings/pendants and some of the stuff needed to make beautiful homemade cards.*sighs*

I used to love Christmas. I guess I still do but, it has to be the kind where everyone is happy, hugging their presents with one arm and clutching a lovely drink with the other. Where faces are rosey and tummys are full, and the evening/day/evening celebrations are passed in content warmth with the ones we love.

I simply can't make it happen this year,  like I have done in the past. :'o(

Tisha Eeyore Red shuffling out of your presence for the time being. Stay tuned, or not. I might not care. :oP

The end of the w..hat?

I'm simply too ill to care. About tidying up this mess, about doing my hair, about Christmas, and nevermind about the imminent 'end of the world'. :o/

The Mayans ran out of stone, big deal! I won't even try to give a reasonable explanation of why either they were wrong or we got the wrong end of the stick. If you're interested, check out the dozens of theories on the net. I simply don't believe that the world will end in one cataclysmic event. The Earth's natural resources will deteriorate irreversibly if we carry on reproducing and attacking everything on sight with this much selfish greed. Eventually, we'll start dying out in greater numbers, unable to maintain the cocooned, high sugar, high protein, sedentary ways we're accustomed to.

The whole process will take decades, perhaps centuries but, I do think that we'll go back to being just a few, struggling to survive in an inhospitable planet. This should happen anyway, just to give the Earth a chance to recover itself from the damage that the pernicious pests we are, are inflicting upon it. If the handful left at the end are better than us, they will rediscover the long lost respectful link with the land and, we might just make it. However, coming from this sort of stock, I think that they will just lie down waiting for someone else to do the work and human kind will simply die.

Lol, I got a bit diverted. >.<

I was saying that I'm too ill to care about Christmas. It is true and it is sad, it tells you how much being ill has changed me. I used to be mad about all the holidays. Firs in line to prepare for Valentine's, Easter, Birthdays,  Halloween and Christmas/NY. Now the days, weeks and months pass me leaving only a sense of regret, of all the time I'm wasting lying on this bed feeling sorry for myself. I say wasting but, (just to clarify) is not like I can get up and go if I wanted to. I shall do a blog soon with the story so far, and the reasons that keep me glued to this bed.

The usual coming and goings of others getting about their Christmassy business, irritate me. I don't wish them harm but, I don't want it to be Christmas just yet. It should have waited until I'm back on my feet, able to do it properly. :'o(

I have never been a negative person, I am known for being cheerful, loving, funny, cheeky, annoying but never negative. It is hard to keep that trait going these days. Pain and isolation have a way of putting a damp on your cheer. :oP

Right! Once again, I better stop this stream of grey slush before it inundates my already half full room. Call Eeyore, tell him he's out of the job. ;o)

Of starting to write and other nonsense I

Many times I have been advised to write a blog and, I always ignored it. Why write a blog? I thought. Who can be bothered to read all the nonsense that I might be able to translate from my feverish mind into these blank pages? So, I carried on inflicting my thoughts upon my Facebook friends, spamming their newsfeed with, sometimes, neverending strings of emotions that gave everyone a headache. 

Today I found the answer. I can write for myself, just like everything else I do. ^o^ 

Now, if someone else reads this then, I guess I must apologize for my shambolic writing. I'm not sure what is my forte but this I know, spelling and grammar it's definitely not it! XD

I want to write about positive and negative things, not just my health, which is the main of my problems right now. I have been poorly for many months now and, it has changed me somehow. I don't know, I don't even remember the person I was before anymore. Does anyone remember me? No? I didn't think so.

Ok, I am going to leave it there for now, I might not be in a sunny enough mood to start this blog with something positive. :oP 

                             Here, have a pic of my bunny Starsky.