today’s forecast: mostly sunny

I was trading emails with a good friend the other day and wrote this, and then went back to it because it sorta clicked and wasn’t a dirty joke or cat picture.

I don’t know what it means, but the past few weeks I have been feeling better. Lighter. Like I could let go of several of the dark shadows that are usually on my mind. It made me want to do things, to create – take photos, write, go for a walk with the dog, work on the house.

Why did this happen, and why now? Dunno. It was nice, like relaxing on a warm day.

Then like the clouds rolled in again. You could almost hear it, like a door closing. And I’m small again and looking for a light.

What the hell?

So reading this made me look up this quote:

“better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness”

which according to the internet might have been a chinese proverb or an early Hallmark advertising strategy. I’m making this up as I go.

This led me to:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

which of course is part of a Dylan Thomas poem but is used in other places such as when it was quoted by Michael Caine in Interstellar, a movie I liked but a lot of other people thought was shit.

And hell, as long as we are talking about famous quotes mixed with movies, how about this teaser (from 3 years ago! Dafuq?) for Godzilla with a guy reading Oppenheimer over it. Again, I loved the movie but others feel that after this trailer it went downhill fast.

What’s my point? There’s no fucking point. You can’t put a point on rambling like this. I’m keeping the dogs at bay, for now, for today, or for this morning. I never know what will happen next. Looking for patterns is like going down a rabbit hole, so I actually think I am happier when I just don’t fucking care, when I don’t think too much. When I get busy with something. This morning I got busy writing this, so that has to be good enough. For now.

beat

Happiness is a warm gun puppy.
Happiness is a warm gun puppy.

It’s no secret that depression is harsh, that it lies and can crush the soul. It likes to sneak up behind a person and smash them with a hammer when they least expect it, or hide under the bed and wait until after what you thought was a good day ago it can suck the life force from you all night, leaving just the tiniest amount of energy to allow climbing out of bed to face the world. Again.

(Oh, gee, he seems so chipper today!)

I’m not going to whine about my life, woe is me, blah blah barf. You can get that anywhere. I do want to marvel at just how resilient the brain can be, and how daring to trust my emotions is pretty foolish.

As a total aside, if you enjoy police drama and have not watched Luther i urge you to fix that right away; season one is six one-hour episodes that carry the story while he solves crimes. it is intense, engaging, well-written, and OMG I’m falling for Idris Elba. Holy shitsnacks i love this show.

By the way i taught my phone to say shitsnacks. And they say I’m too old to learn new tech.

Hot mess

Yeah, I’m trying to do fewer youtube posts (emphasis on “trying,” going for progress instead of perfection) but I just wanted to say I watched almost this entire thing:

And then I realized that the sax player started shooting flames through most of the song.

I guess I was distracted by voices and hips, and lips, and shoulders and eyes, oh my…

sigh.