The Moon Grows Fuller

 We haven't quite reached the full moon; we are at 86 percent. I really wish they would put the percent sign back on keyboards so that I can avoid typing out the whole word. I also wish the cent sign would come back. But anyway, I am 48 and I miss a few things from my childhood. 

I made an unexpected shop sale. The sale went through yesterday evening, but I didn't know until I checked my email this morning. Now this area is a testament to my life being a chaotic mess. I threw some magic at the situation, but that doesn't address the cause, just a symptom or two.

I keep hearing unhinged things that president skid mark is doing, but no one seems to be aware of them. Nor do they seem to care. Is that disbelief that it happened or numbness to the dumpster fire that is the USA? 

In the grand scheme of things, my lack of steady income doesn't seem to matter. But of course it does, because money is the tool that makes life easier. Money ensures that we have food, medicine, and a means of transportation. 

I still haven't gotten my settlement money. I endorsed the check a week ago. More than a week ago. Like a week and three days. I don't think he endorsed the check. After he endorses, the bank will hold the money for seven days. The seven day hold doesn't happen until the check actually gets to the bank. I thought I would have money before now, so we haven't been very strict with the budget. We thought we were covered. We aren't. 

We have baby chicks, but I think the mother hen died. 

We have two kittens. I am really tired of cats being in my bathroom.

We have puppies but thankfully they aren't here. I made it someone else's problem. The puppies will probably become my problem again. 

The tent residents are still here. They have no money and no car. This is creating stress for me. We are cooking extra food. I can't use my dog pen because their dogs are in it, so when my dogs get cabin fever, they fight with each other. My dogs are chewing up my granddaughter's toys and spreading stuffing from the dog bed across the house. 

I keep coming up with improvements to my house. Yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen, washed the oven mitts, and hung everything on a rod. It was nice and neat. My adult son got in a hurry, yanked on a pot holder, and pulled everything down. I wanted to cry. I feel like I am the only functioning adult. 

As the moon grows full, my emotions overflow. Everything is too much. I understand why the waves crash on the shore. I could crash as well. The earth cannot hold me still.

Blessed be, my dears. Hold on.