Sometimes I think my mind is like a coffee maker. Ideas come into my head from all sorts of places. My empty head fills up like water in the holding area of a Mr. Coffee. They heat up until they are ready, then they percolate. They bubble and brew and go through a filter that changes, rearranges and refines them, until they spill out in the carafe of paper (or computer), ready to be shared with others.

When parking outside the middle school to go watch a basketball game, I stepped out of my car and into six inches of slush. Normally, I hate the slushy, wet, muddy period of spring time. But his year….

SLUSH IS WONDERFUL!!!!

It means this snow is melting. Instead of the mountains of snow growing and growing, finally they have started to dissolve. I realize it is still February (for a few more, short hours!), and I’m sure we’ll see more snow before it is gone for the season, but it has started to melt! Old Man Winter is losing his grip, and I can see evidence of the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. I checked the weather this morning, and found the forecast calling for temps in the 30s. That means MORE MELTLING!

WELCOME, SLUSH!!!

Happy Birthday, Master!!!

Yes, today is Master’s Birthday. I have spent some time thinking about my wishes for him. What do I wish for my Master?

Happiness
Health
Friends and family
Love
Adventure
Success

These are my wishes. They are wishes because they are not within my power to grant. I wish for Master all the good things of the world.

What about gifts? What can I give him? I have a few smaller things around the house. He told me to hang on to them. Perhaps he will get them when he enjoys my main gift. As I have written before, I am buying an airline ticket for Master to come visit in June. (Hopefully the snow will be melted by then!) The ticket and the gift of time together. That’s what I give my Master this year. I also attempt to give:

My love
My friendship
My obedience
My loyalty
My time
My life
Me

Happy Birthday, Master.

Jaric stood with Hauntly on the other side of the ruins, looking at the smoking mass.

“We have to go get her,” said Jaric. “She’s still in there.”

“Jaric, I’m so terribly sorry. We lost several amaratas…” said Hauntly.

“She is still alive. I know it. I can feel it,” said Jaric. He faced the other man. “We have begun to bond. “

Hauntly looked at him sharply. “When? When did you….?

“We didn’t. Nevertheless, are minds are joined. We shared a dream.” Jaric told him about the dance dream.

“Did she tell you she dreamt the same as you?” asked Hauntly.

“No,” Jaric admitted. “But we did. I know it.”

“Jaric, I don’t want you to get your hopes up. How would she have survived this?”

“She did,” Jaric insisted, raising his voice. “If you don’t send professionals in to look for her, I will go myself.”

Hauntly said nothing more. He just gave Jaric a sad, sympathetic look before making arrangements for the ruins to be searched.

Yes, I have been attacked, and lately possessed by, the MENOPAUSE MONSTER.

I have written before about the strange periods I have had to endure. --Hey, isn’t it a week early? It’s time isn’t it? Is it coming? Coming yet? Okay, I give up. Surprise!-- Now I am starting to be plagued by some of the other symptoms. A few nights this winter I woke up drenched in sweat. I just figured I over dressed, trying to stay warm. Until I realized I was having “night sweats”. And now I have started the daytime version, hot flashes. –Is it warm in here, or is it just me?—

All of these things I think I can handle. But the last couple of days I have become a BITCH. I’m not my happy self. I get annoyed at others and their perceived short comings. For the most part, I just would like to be left to myself. Admittedly, I don’t get to be by myself very often, but I’ve felt a stronger urge to get away from it all.

I wonder how this would play out if Master and I were physically together. Master, I know, would not take any shit from me, and I have been fighting the urge to dish shit out to everyone around me. I do worry a bit, how would we weather this together? Would he hold me gently and remind me that my hormones are all out of whack? Or would he tell me to get my stuff together? I suspect he would do either or both, depending on his mood.

Unfortunately, the information I looked up said this period of bodily readjustment could continue for several more years. Patience, patience….