Mother’s Day
Posted on | May 9, 2010 | 2 Comments
Happy Mother’s Day to anyone out there who is mothering a child, whatever the circumstances may be.
To those who are not with their children on this day, I know it is hard.
To those who have lost their children, my heart truly goes out to you. No one should know that pain.
“Where the Woodbine Twines” by Sherry Austin
Posted on | May 8, 2010 | Comments Off
Ok so I wasn’t feeling so great yesterday and needed to go somewhere else. A book is always my best escape and did I pick a good one. Have you ever thought you recognized someone from your past? Well that’s how this book begins, and we are then transported back to the childhood of the storyteller and her attempts at friendship with a girl who was “different” for lack of a better word. Difficult might have been more appropriate. Where the Woodbine Twines: A Novel
This was my first novel by this author and I’ve already ordered her other two. Please click on the link above to go directly to Sherry Austin’s website where you can read reviews and purchase autographed copies of all of her books.
Management Update
Posted on | May 7, 2010 | 1 Comment
Our heroine has been feeling a bit under the weather hence the lack of entries. Mood swings are part of her nature and unfortunately do affect the writing. We apologize for the inconvenience.
-The Mgt.
The Dog (pt 10)
Posted on | May 6, 2010 | Comments Off
Doone knew that yesterday was a bad time for her. She had seen to it that his basic needs were met, and so he made no outward complaints. He left her to do what she had to do. He did, however, feel awfully sad to see her with such inner turmoil. Though he didn’t know her back when she had her old career, he suspected she was amazing doing it, but perhaps at little consumed by it. He wanted her to be confident in what she was doing now, because she could do this too. She just had to believe in herself. But what did he know. To her, he was “just” a dog.
Doone wished he could reveal all of his secrets to her, he wished he could make her see what he saw, he wished she would get up and let him out. He lopped up the stairs and gently scratched at her door, which had been closed all day yesterday, to see if she was awake. He could hear her wrestle around a bit inside, and then get up and come to the door. She opened it with a smile.
“Good morning puppy” she said.
“Um, good morning Mistress”
“I’m guessing you need to go out big boy, let’s go for a walk, shall we?” she said as she put on one of the art teacher’s famous crochet hats.
“Guess you’re feeling better”
“Sometimes you just need to sit and think and realize your life isn’t as bad as … oh never mind. Let’s go.”
And off they went. Doone wasn’t sure what was really going on with his Mistress, but his plan was going to have to wait until he figured it out. There was no way he could pull it off with her in this condition. And besides, he was still…well…after all…he just wouldn’t do that.
Learning to live with it
Posted on | May 5, 2010 | Comments Off
She guessed that’s what they called “acceptance”…the whole learning to live with it. The “it” she was referring to this time was basically “the way she was” or as she liked to put it, being a bit nuts. No amount of medication in the world was going to make her completely normal because there was no such thing. Everyone had issues. Everyone was a little bit nuts in their own way. How each person dealt with it was the key.
Having spent so much time locked up in her room by her own choice, avoiding the world, only seeing it by staring out the window, she had done herself a great disservice. She missed out on a lot of opportunities, a lot of living. What things she may have missed she will never know, and “what if-ing” wasn’t really going to do any good now other than to help prevent her from doing it again.
She figured she needed to find a way to live life to the fullest without overwhelming herself, which was very easy for her to do. That was one of her issues, overwhelming herself easily, one of the things she needed to learn to live with…Take baby steps, one thing at a time, one day at a time. She wasn’t going to fix all of her problems in a day as much as she’d like to. She also needed to learn to consider those around her, and that by learning to deal with her issues, it would be better for others as well. No one needed to be around her when she was in a bad place. No one deserved that.
She’d gone tonight to visit friends in a shop she used to frequent on a weekly basis. They didn’t have a phone number to contact her, and her disappearance had them concerned. They were thrilled to see her alive and well, and saddened to hear the struggles she’d been through over the last several months. They made her promise she’d come by to visit more frequently, not to spend money, but just to say hello. It made her feel good not only to get out, but to know that people really did care about her, people in an unexpected place. It gave her hope.
Contemplation of what once was
Posted on | May 5, 2010 | Comments Off
She sat quietly locked in her room thinking about what once was. She was reminded of an instructor who said to never go into the past unless you were taking something good, otherwise it could cause you to become depressed. She was teetering on that borderline as she thought about her past career, the one that was taken from her too soon, when an injury took her out of the action. Her heart was still wanting to be there, and when a family emergency took her back to the scene of her training yesterday, she found herself both exhilarated and overcome with sadness.
She hadn’t yet explored all of her options, but her original dreams were laid to rest. New dreams had yet to fully form because she hadn’t gotten over the “feeling sorry for herself” phase. But yesterday she found that she could still be of some use. Now she just had to figure out what was most important to her. There was a lot to think over, other people to consider. One thing she did know is that she would not take the easy way out. She needed to make a decision and stick with it no matter how hard it would be to achieve. Life was short.
Happiness, she was learning, could be found in the strangest of places. And mirrors aren’t always hanging on walls. Sometimes, they are situations that let you see yourself for what you really are, especially when you don’t seem to be getting it on your own.
Compliance
Posted on | May 5, 2010 | Comments Off
A pill dissolves under the tongue
Tastes like poison
Fears of what the night will bring
Sleep, deep and unknowing
A brain chemically rewired
Waking, feeling submerged
Mellow, as if I could fall off the bed
and melt into the fibers of the carpet
never to be seen again.
“The Beach Boys Sounds of Summer”
Posted on | May 4, 2010 | Comments Off
I’ve got to tell you, this is the best compilation of Beach Boys music I’ve seen for the money in a long while. The Very Best Of The Beach Boys: Sounds Of Summer
(Sorry to the purists out there but mono isn’t going to cut it.)
All the favorites are on this album of course, click the link and take a quick sample listen for yourself. It’s definitely worth it!
The Dog (pt 9)
Posted on | May 4, 2010 | Comments Off
She’d rushed out of the house so early this morning she’d forgotten all about Doone. He was waiting excitedly by the door, probably not so much to see her as to go out to do his business. He did, however, give her a quizzical look at her attire. She didn’t usually go out in her robe.
They came back in and she fixed them breakfast. She wasn’t sure she wanted to tell Doone where she had been, thinking her fragile sanity was best not shared with a talking dog. Then again, who better to share it with? She told the story of going to the Asylum, and the walls of tile that kind of freaked her out and then washed the dishes careful not to soak herself this time. Doone listened intently as if this was the most amazing story he’d ever heard. Or perhaps he was thinking about other things. Whatever the case, she was happy to have someone to talk to and babbled on for nearly an hour.
Doone seemed a bit mopey afterward so she offer to play but he just wanted to take a nap. She thought it wasn’t such a bad idea herself and decided to go up to her room and curl up with a book until she fell asleep. . .
Downstairs, Doone lay quietly planning out what he had to do. He’d need to get in contact with the Worm Guy to set things in motion. He thought it was time. This wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing worth doing ever was. . .
Tile on the walls
Posted on | May 4, 2010 | Comments Off
The sky was the most brilliant blue and the clouds were a puffy white. They were moving rather quickly, as could be seen through the skylight, passing above the branches of the trees and the bright green leaves like something in a time lapse photography movie in school. She wondered if it would be difficult to snowboard on clouds moving so quickly.
Something felt different about the house this morning, and a knock at the door startled her into a heart palpitating panic. She threw on a robe (or dressing gown as the English called it) and opened the front door. A taxi was waiting outside and a note was pinned to the door. She grabbed the note which read:
Please come see me immediately. Leave as soon as the taxi arrives. ~Mulysa
She figured this must be important and she grabbed her purse and out the door she went.
The taxi driver was a soft spoken older gentleman who immediately commented on her blue fuzzy slippers. His daughter had a pair just like them and it reminded him that he needed to call her. He knew already where he was taking her, and he had a very kind manner as he shared stories about his family along the drive.
When they arrived at the iron gates she got out her purse to pay but he waved her off saying it had already been taken care of. She tried to at least tip him and he said that her company alone was plenty and wished her well. He got out and opened the door for her, took her hand in his and told her to believe in herself and she would be fine in life…and with that he was gone.
She walked along the paths with the flowers and the bird baths. She sat on a bench for a moment and looked up at the windows. The sun was shining and the clouds were still moving quite quickly. . .
The old Security Guard who had once come out to see her before had been replaced by another equally old Security Guard who also came out to see if she needed assistance. She told him that she’d received an urgent message from Mulysa, a patient here, and he asked her to step inside while he checked the computer. She was actually surprised they even had a computer. By the looks of the ivy crawling up the beautiful old brick and other architecturally interesting features, this building was quite old and one might suspect technology hadn’t entered this world.
She did notice one thing as she peered down the hallway through a locked windowed door. All the walls were tiled. It was so…medical…or something. She imagined there must be good reason, and dreaded what those reasons could be. It certainly didn’t give off a homey feel.
The Security Guard was having trouble finding the name and she was getting anxious waiting in this increasingly uncomfortable building. The beauty on the outside was not matched on the inside, that was for sure.
“Miss, you say she sent you an urgent letter to come here now? And had a taxi sent for you?”
“Yes, she did. I wouldn’t have come dressed this way if it wasn’t urgent” she said fidgeting in her robe and trying to hide her blue fuzzy slippers away from his view.
“Well Miss, we haven’t had anyone by that name in over 30 years. I remember that little girl too. She was untreatable. She never could have sent you a message like that”
“I see. Thank you for your time. If you could call me another cab, I best be going. This must have been a gag played on me by a friend and I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I’m going to go sit on one of the benches and wait.”
“OK Miss. Some friends you got.”
She went outside and sat down on one of the benches, happy to get outside and away from the tile walls she hoped she’d never have to see up close. She bent down to pick up a stone from the ground that had sparkled and caught her attention when she heard Mulysa speak.
“Thank you for coming” Mulysa said in her sweet little girl voice.
“Um, yeah, no problem. You do realize you are really close to making me a patient here?”
“I have a message for you, but time is running short and I must go. You’ll have to come back another day. I’ll send another note”
And with that, she was gone. . .
« go back — keep looking »
Hello out there
Welcome to Company Needs Misery. If you like the site, please bookmark it and come back often. You never know what crazy ramblings you will find when you return. Feel free to use the contact form to introduce yourself or give any input if you aren't into commenting on the entries themselves. Any and all feedback is welcome. Spam is not. Spam of the cyber nature is mean and Spam of the food nature is gross. Thank you for taking the time to look the place over. And please remember, this website in no way replaces therapy from a professional so please consult a physician if you are in crisis. Thanks. ~C
P.S. In order to enjoy the full progression of the writing, you may wish to start at the beginning of my ramblings.