August 15, 2002

• If I’m the only one here who is getting tired of “journal” entries that are three or four decades old, then… so be it; I am tired of trekking through the past.  Now you’ll get a little taste of what my blogs might be like after I’ve finished the memoirs.

  
  

  My ex came over today–Charley, Doug’s dad.  He lives a mile away, in a cabin owned by Greyfox, my current husband.  Charley lives there rent-free.  That’s a long story and not rightfully mine to tell.  Stay curious.

  
  

  Charley came by to borrow a tent.  I’d told him a few days ago that I had a brand new tent.  I’d gotten it to replace the one that was destroyed by winds and windborne debris while Charley was using it at the Alaska State Fair a couple of years ago.

  
  

  It’s always good to see him, and I’m relieved when the needs that bring him here are so simple and easily filled.  Even when he comes by for minor surgery, I can deal with that, but this visit was more pleasant.  He helped me get the still-boxed tent off the high shelf in my workroom, glanced at my plants and agreed with me that green was a fine color. 

  
  

  One of the items we had to move to get to the tent was a deflated inflatable chair.  That reminded him of air mattresses, and I reminded him that there were some of the latter in the old school bus parked at our old place across the road.  After I did my best to describe which ones don’t leak, he left to go finish up getting his gear together for the State Fair. 

  
  

  He is a security guard there every year, got into that after a few years operating rides for the carny.  That carny gig got started at some point after we stopped doing The Beanery booth, our natural food alternative to corn dogs and cotton candy.  I’ll be getting to that segment of my memoirs before too long, only about a decade, memoir-blog time.

  
  

  Sometimes I miss working the fairs, but I’ve never missed sleeping on the ground and the inclement weather that always seems to come at fair time.  The pic is only a couple of decades old, taken the first year, before we got the bus and set it up as a kitchen.  The bus will probably have a whole blog all to itself.

  
  

  Apparently, I can’t avoid the past in these blogs.  Let’s just see if I can drag my consciousness back to today and some of what has been on my mind.  When I started this weblog entry, I wanted to rant.

  
  

  I had my say a few days ago, in the long questionnaire, about what defensiveness in others arouses in me.  Geez, people… I’m psychic and a trained psychologist.  When someone takes a comment of mine as a personal insult or decides to view a statement of my own thoughts or opinions as a reflection on them, it seems to me that some instinct for self-preservation would urge them to keep quiet about it.  Nooo…  they go all defensive and make total fools of themselves.  I’m not responsible for that, no matter how desperately the foolish ones want to blame me because they don’t have any self-esteem.  Their self-esteem is not my concern, nor yours either, I assume, Gentle Readers, since I know that none of you has ever committed the error of taking any of my statements personally.

  
  

  Since I already expressed my feelings about defensiveness, I think I’ll take this opportunity to rant about those who think there is only one way to do things.  Or maybe I won’t.  Perhaps I should get off my chest all this irritation I feel at the ones who comment on my blogs without reading them first… or the ones who ask questions and either get pissed off at the answers or don’t stick around long enough to hear them.  There, that helped.  I feel better now.

  
  

  I think I’ll go tuck my tootsies under the covers on my bed and warm my lap with ol’ Schpeedy Trackbawl.  It’s a gloomy and chilly day here in our big subarctic valley.  It rained here for a while.  I hope it’s not raining in Talkeetna, because that would be bad for Greyfox’s business and his mood.  Winter starts closing in fast around this time of year.  I’m not complaining.  There was no escaping that horrible heat a few weeks ago, and I’m happy now that I can stand to cook again.  I just have to start getting used to wearing more than a long t-shirt, and to put some shoes on occasionally.  Picture me here now, if you please, in a long pink t-shirt… that’s it, just a long pink t-shirt.

  
  

  From the buzzing in my brain, I think Greyfox made full strength coffee today, not our usual half-decaf blend.  I emptied the pot, as usual, before it hit me.  I wonder if a fresh pot, all decaf, would help now.  Something tells me that’s not the solution.  I guess I’ll go see what I can dig up to mellow me out.  Seeya!

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