Before I even finished my first cup, here comes my mom and I can tell we are going somewhere. She had her 'shoppin' shoes on and her plastic purse over her arm. She says "I decided I'd go to the bank this morning instead of later." Then she goes and gets in the fucking car! I'm like, wtf? She knew I was out there with the animals. All of them. That takes a little planning, plus, it aint easy to round them up when they aren't finished playing. She had to wait awhile for me to get them all safely back in their enclosures or the house. The Coon and Kitten got muddy prints all over my shirt. I grabbed a hoodie and my bag and left to run this old lady around. She ruined my morning. She just gets on my last fucking nerve. She can't hear a fucking thing you say and she babbles constantly about stupid shit. Blab, blab, blab, gossip, blab. All her gossip is about her and her fucked up family and it's boring. She gets so into telling me this absolute crap that she won't get out of the car to go in the bank. I had to yell at her. It looks or sounds, to other people, like I'm being a total bitch to a little old lady. I HAVE to yell or she can't hear! I interrupted her and said, "Go do your fucking banking!" I have to be a bitch or we'd sit there forever while she talks about cousin Anna's boyfriend who left her a car when he died, but, she still needs to borrow gas money sometimes or her mail order shoes from some old peoples orthepedic catalog. I CAN NOT STAND IT. Oh, I would like to add here that she gets so fucking caught up in her boring ass family shit that she forgets to give me important messages. Like the school nurse called last Friday, couldn't get me and needed me to message her. Nope. Didn't get that message until today. Thanks, deaf, gossipy, pain in my ass.
I got her stuff done and came home and all the animals are pissed off and this place is a disaster. This fucking house, man! It is so gross. My senile mother started giving away items I left in her storage room. She forgot who's they were or wtf they were doing there...or she was just being a cunt. Sometimes, I can't tell. I had to go get anything important to me and bring it over here. I have two rooms and a loft! I live with a pre-teen Diva, two Cats and a fucking Raccoon. In two rooms!!! I need that other house done yesterday. I can not deal with this place. I barely have a path here. It's so bad, like, if you don't do dishes or laundry for a day, it looks condemable. Is that a word? Good enough. I am just freaked out stressed in my head. I hate this place so much, it's hard to sleep here. I can't deal with a mass of stuff around me when I sleep. Border Hoarders. That's what we are now. On the boarder of being a hoarder. It's just so gross. There is no privacy in this place. None. People are always walking right into the room where I sleep and it freaks me out. Those old people next door are a constant stresser. Specifically my mother. Oh and to add to all this shit, the pharmacy couldn't fill my back patch script until today. I went all weekend without any patches. It hurt like fuck all.
I want to go outside again, but, I know as soon as I step out there, here they'll come. The old ladies both fuck with me all the time. I think it's on purpose. I'll take some shit from the short one, but, not Aunt Bitch Face. I shut her right down and leave. Fuck her. Anyway, that's all I have to bitch about today. I just feel really, REALLY stressed by all this shit and I expect more. I expect my head to explode. Please send me some energy. Some peace. That's all I need. Just a couple of days of peace.
Some parts of the yard are dark and not good. I hate when the Coon wonders back here. I went to get him and take him back to the good part. But, I sat and watched him a bit and I started seeing weird shit. I call them Dark Fey. You know what I mean. That thing isn't a camera glitch, I was watching it. I see them out there all the time. It's a bad place. The Coon freaked out big time, like someone had hurt him and he was standing right beside me playing with my shoes! I mean, he freaked the fuck out, did a backwards somersault and roared. I have never heard him do that. It was bad ass. But, who or what fucked with him? I don't know, but, the air turned bad at the same time. I can't explain it right. It wasn't a smell, it was, a feeling. Like, if you opened a tomb and stuck your head in and breathed the ancient. Whatever that is. It was like that. It spooked me and we left. I hate it back there. That spot is exactly where my neighbor shot himself. He always hung out there on the property line. I don't know why. But, he died there too and I can't help but wonder if that bad air thing had anything to do with his depression and suicide. I wouldn't hang out there, it's creepy.
Still goin gthrough pics, yeah, look at those. I can see them without the camera, so it isn't the camera. No. they aren't insects, birds or anything normal. They're weird and make me feel unwelcome at best.
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Yikes, I hate those days. My day started out something like that, when all you do is drop things, run into things, trip over things. It's gotten better, but only marginally.
Is this weekend going to work for my dropping off the hosta? Google tells me September is the best month to divide, so who am I to argue?
Yeah! That sounds great. :) I have to move some Trumpet vine I planted by accident anyway.
Don't want to freak you out DD but.......... The picture of the hollow log looks like there's a tiny,tiny person at the bottom. The face looks to be in profile. Please tell me i'm just seeing things. Or perhaps i'm crazy.
Fair, I see it. It looks like a 1950's girl, right?
I know I always say this, but I love posts like this, where you tell us what's going on with you, and about your place.
I am hoping that things get better as far as the old biddie coming over and screwing up your day. Maybe your new place will be just far enough away that they don't walk over to bug you. Aunt Bitchface would probably get her generic depends in a wad just trying to get there.
That Fey picture is so strange. Do they really always look like that, or is it in constant motion, so it looks fuzzy in the picture? It looks a little bit like a dark, one-eared bunny, but yet, not. It's very creepy, and I worry that you see so many of them there. Is there anything like that around your new place? (I am hoping no.)
So was the neighbor's suicide because of those creatures, and the dark feel back there, or are they and the feeling there because of the suicide?
The snake on the window is making me a little pukey. I just can't with snakes, and that good-sized one on the window makes me a little sickly. Yikes. I know you don't mind them, but man, that is creeptastic.
It is completely scary to me that whatever that little Fey creature is went after George Cooney. To have that kind of reaction from him is really bizarre, and I think you are wise in giving them a wide berth. Did you get the impression it was bothered at all by the picture-taking? Do you ever see them in the house? I think I remember someone posting here in the past, that they opened their door, and something came in that sort-of looked like their cat, but wasn't. If I remember right, you told them to be very careful of that sort-of creature. I don't remember the details, but, are these the same as or similar to what is in your picture? I am just so curious.
I am sending you all my best, positive, peaceful energy your way. I hope it helps.
Christina
When did the neighbor commit suicide? I don't remember that happening? How long have you been seeing the Fey there?
Isn't Tues. mom shopping day? It's over now so relax. Sending you some good feelings.
Greetings, always enjoy your posts but am too sick now. The GI stuff and pain all over. Can't eat or drink anything and am now getting bitched at by my nice neighbor who simply doesn't understand that you can not eat or drink. Even tho it would be good. He wanted to take me to hospital. I just need a shower and to wash my damned hair. Why do I need to shower all the time when I don't do a damned thing. Sweat I guess.
Thanks, Christina. Yeah, I see the Fey a lot, but, they're all different. I have more pics of diff ones. Some are made entirely of light. Some are like light rainbows that bend and move. Some water ones here look like transparent doghnuts. Some are hard to see, some are blatent and seem solid. Yeah, we had one in the house last Christmas. It was a yellow ball of light zipping around. It seemed sweet. I see them everywhere in nature, I always have. Though, not as many as here. This place is weird and I'm tired of the paranormal stuff. It's getting bizarre here. I'll post on it.
Jane, that happened before I moved here. He was a Nam vet with PSTD. Nice guy. But, I really don't think hanging out in that spot was a good idea. I think it magnifies negative emotions. It's creep city.
Border, we are all worried about you. Sending healing energy. Get well, keep us informed. Maybe the hospital isn't a bad idea.
I am so sorry you are not feeling better right now, Border. I am sending you all the healing, good energy and thoughts I know how. Please be well.
Christina
Hang in there Border. You can't live if you don't eat or drink---the hospital might be in order. Or at least go to one of the drs. you trust and tell them whats happening. Sending good thoughts and warm hugs! And maybe a little chicken soup!
Our neighbor just had to cut their willow tree down. It was emptying their well and getting all tangled up in their water lines. Worst tree ever to plant anywhere near your house. Water hogs. They will F up all the lines and the septic, if you have one. I love them too, especially with hanging moss, like they have down south. But don't plant one anywhere near your house or water lines. Lilac bushes do the same thing, just takes them longer. JSYK.
JSYK, I've been told that too. My daddy always warned me about that. But I didn't know that about lilac bushes. So I guess they would do pretty good in a yard that is sometimes water logged. Something to think about.
This weekend is no good for the hosta run...I'm going to shoot for next Saturday, if that works.
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