Coming out of the funk

M'Agnes beautiful on a beautiful day

I have noticed that I am coming out of my funk.

I really think the catalyst was Aschenputtel.  With her adoption I seem to have let go of what I thought I had let go of.  Aschen was M'Agnes all over. Her purrsonality as well as her looks.   Letting her go was hard but I felt good. I was very careful on who got her too.

Aschen checking the merchandise

 I really think one of the ladies trying to adopt her was the one who dumped her as a young mom in the first place.   No, ma'am you said all the wrong things.  Especially on what you called her -which was the name in the note left on the box that held the kittens in front of the door.  Sweetie was not the name on the placard. So when you said you wanted to adopt "Sweetie" it was a dead give-away.

Aschen making sure the office is in order

I know that Aschen's adoption was a spur of the moment off chance as the Gentleman usually did not shop in my store.   He had just dropped in to get something for his dog Sophia.   Aschen was holding court on the counter.  He said all the right things.   He was ready with a vet and more than willing to go to HER vet.   References would be available.

New Daddy!

I was standing there in shock to be honest.   He was perfect.  My instincts said yes.  Aschen was all over him. So I let her go.  I get updates. He brings her in for pawdicures.  He bought her at least 5 towers. He takes her with him between 2 houses.  One having 3 floors and a wood stair that she gets to race up and down.  He found a picture of his other Siamese that his children grew up with.   I almost thought it was Aschen.   Her name is now Mia.

Yes we took this too to the new house.

Back to the funk issue.   I noticed that I was dealing with depression after the loss of M'Agnes and Lusitania.  I lost both of them too soon after Robber went to cancer.It was really hard to work on the calendars just taking pictures and looking at them was enough to crush me.   I have yet to go back to M'Agnes' beach. 

  

Lately I have been getting energy again.  I am taking pictures of more than sunsets.   I am starting to post pictures again.   I have been more upbeat.  I am starting to look forward to things again.   

So I really think it was the adoption of the last two rescues that has helped me.   

The grey kitten started the flow and Aschen broke the dam.

Turmeric adventures

the other week I was playing with turmeric.   I have had a bag of the powder for quite some time.  I usually use it on my teeth or a face mask to help with whatever sun damage I have.  Not much anymore as I am rarely out during the burning time. 

While thumbing through YouTube I came across a lady who was using it in her hair. She seemed to think it would help her maintain her blond.  Sorry it might temporarily dye your cottons but it will quickly disappear from a protein base.    On further curious ramblings in YT i found other things about the use of Turmeric in hair.    Seems it was/is used by a certain sect of women to gain second sight.  Thing is these women go bald.

Being the curious cat that I am I finally decided to play with it as a ONE time thing.  I mixed up the Turmeric powder with some honey and plastered it in my hair and let it set for an hour. 

On rinsing it out I had a lot of fallout and my hair was extremely dry.   Ummm I love my hair this is not good! I did not think the damage would be so fast!   So oil to the rescue.  My hair was so dry I was adding more oil all week and it never once looked or felt oily.  I was not lightly putting it on either.   I had at least a full ounce in from the beginning.

Did not think anymore on it other than NEVER AGAIN!  After a couple of days I realized my dreams were weird. Don't really remember them now but they struck me as being very different.  It was not till I wanted desperately to work with one of my bonsai trees that it kicked in that I was reacting to the turmeric I had forgotten about.   I felt the tree, It was calling to me.  I went outside in the night for a rock for the tree to rest on.  I reached behind me and set my hand on a rock and brought it in to clean.  While washing the rock I felt it's pain.  I felt where it had been hacked and cut. I started crying for the rocks pain.  I had never felt vibrations that strongly before.    The rock was quartz and I could see that someone had hacked the crystals away and then tossed the mother rock away like trash after her babies were ripped away.  She is now on a stand by my fish tank.

Do I regret the experience? No.  Will I do this again? Yeah NOpe.