I subscribed to the Lib of Congress nwsltr. They sent this article which includes the link to the (1.5 hr long / below) video.
Eventually I getz fed up stayin' up all night and tooken a whole ambien. The next day is loggy and includes a nap, typically an hour and a half in the late afternoon.
The nap easily carries me through until 5 a.m., maybe longer, depending on how exciting The Mkt is. Pre-Mkt opens at 2 a.m. and needs frequent checking.
The REAL Mkt opens at 7:30 a.m. and goes until 2 p.m. Having awakened at 4 pm the day before, we're now at 22 hours. Now, half an ambien is sufficient.
So far this month I've made $300.00. Nothing near my goal of $40k+/mo, but I'm humming that song about rubber tree plants.
Anyway, around 10:30 I started reading Shamans of the World edited by Nancy Connor with Bradford Keeney, Ph.D. and - you know how it is w the internet - now, at 1:22 a.m. Monday, here's the warren so far:
Here's Walking Thunder. Shamans starts w her, a Diné.
Adrienne had been coming since April. Then, in August, her dawg wrapped its leash around her legs and pulled her over backwards. Her injuries put her in the hospital; she thought she mught come back in November.
Andrea took over until one day Debbie from Vancouver showed up. She had no info about Andrea.
The next week Dawn came. She said Andrea had had an accident and she, Dawn, was just following orders. No one ever told me anything. My texts to both Adrienne & Andrea went unanswered.
Then came Jessica. She was different; she's an artist, a writer, a poet, a performance artist, a nurse for 30 years and has been working with the dying for twelve. She's lived in Grants, New Mexico, got her nursing degree in Mississippi, and is part Taos Puebloan and part Hispanic. She has a grand-daughter.
After taking my vitals, she read me her poems. She just got a YT channel so there'll be more soon.
The Brink
Brother-in-law takes tours around the globe fulfilling - as he says - his duty as a privileged senior; it's what he's supposed to do. Back from Budapest via New Zealand, he stayed with a friend in L.A. for awhile then came to our place. A list of chores kept him occupied for a few days but as time went on his things began appearing in odd places: his toothbrush and water glass took up residence behind the toaster next to the kitchen sink; an array of powders - whey & protein plus oatmeal and Smooth Move - appeared atop the kitchen cupboards where they offended the sensibilities of the ceramic wine bottles & German beer steins. A week earlier I'd begun wondering when he was gonna leave.
The man has a golden heart and is generous. He gifted us with both the 2008 and 2015 Honda FITS...new. But this is a 900 sq ft bungalow. The 3rd bedroom, Michelle's former studio is the "storage locker." I snore so "the office," the smaller bedroom, hardly more than a walk-in closet, is now my lair. The Smirket Room, where Steve sleeps, is our "maker's space."
Even gold-hearted & generous still casts an inhibitory pall on my proclivity for clothes-lessness. I did my best, but even eine Churminz best ist evidently not very güt as he interpreted my attempt at tact as: GET THE EF OUT!
Bless his heart, he went off to stay with a high-school buddy in god-for-saken Portales (east New Mexico), a mere hop annuh skip from Muleshoe, Texas. (People go for the notoriety of saying they've been.)
A former girlfriend sometimes lets him stay in her parent's home in Phoenix. They're in assisted-living and she's hiking in Patagonia and other relatives use it too so he had to find somewhere else until he could get the "all clear." Even though he can afford lengthy excursions anywhere on the globe, he's thrifty and prefers couch surfing to an Airbnb. He has an apartment in Denver, but it's cold up there.
From Navajo Lake
She told of heating them in an oven and holding them against one's heart. "It's grounding," she said, "and helps when you're dissociating." When I held it to my heart I felt the kindness of the gift. The round one is for Kristen.
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