Insanity

I wonder if I will ever recover from losing Rocco. I know it seems over the top grieving for a dog but I can't help what I feel. And I feel as if I am losing my mind, one duck nibble at a time.

For instance.... ever see that insurance commercial with the dimple guy standing in front of a sprawling newstand. There he stands spouting off about honest people, etc, and along comes this guy in a plaid black and red jacket with his hoody hood flopping against his back. Plaid guy is eating a slice of pizza and just munching along but I find it so terribly sad it makes me cry. A guy in plaid eating pizza.

I've always been odd but this is getting too odd even for me and I SWEAR TO GOD that I have had enough with the winged things and the numbers. Birds started up again last week with a weird mix of sea gulls, crows, a single raven, pigeons and I hawk/falcon/taloned bird. All flying around the building for a frenzied moment or two till they all went.... somewhere. And the 11:11 is cropping up along with variations such as 12:12 3:33 and 2:22. I don't want this hoohaw. I'm quite happy with my angels.

So, not much has been happening in my weird world, my oddz bodkinz world but I thought I'd stick my head in so that no one thinks I died.


Oh and speaking of which. One evening we left my car in the lot at the office because we went to dinner in Michael's car and it was too cold to get into the cold car to drive home. So we left it in the lot and when Michael got in before me the next morning, he thought I was here and started to search for my body in the building because he thought someone had killed me. (wishful thinking?)

He had done something like this when we were first married. He came into the apartment, saw my sweater and purse in their spots but no me so he searched the apartment and checked the dishwasher because he thought someone had killed me and stuffed me into the dishwasher. I was downstairs in a neighbor's apartment. sigh.