The Period Palace

(This is my ideal hut pictured above, complete with mini bar)

I'm going to talk about menstruation 

so

if you're even a little bit squeamish

please log off your computer
wring your hands a few dozen times
mutter stuff about ''disgusting bloggers of the Pacific Northwest''

contact your therapist

and discuss 

...............

In 

many cultures

women who are having their monthly menses are considered

''unclean'' 

and must be separated from the rest of society

This tradition

used to absolutely incense me
I'd get so angry
because

I couldn't believe how awful this banishment

must be for the helpless women

However

recently I've been re-thinking my stance
on the menstruation hut
and
found a new appreciation

Can 

you imagine

a week out of the month

you trudge down to the little house

in the back yard
pink suitcase rolling awkwardly over sprinkler heads and grass

throwing sad glances over your shoulder

at your family

waving mournfully

blowing kisses

calling out ''I love you's''

but

inside your head

you're gleefully thinking 

''YESSSS''

no cooking 

no cleaning

no kids or husband pulling at you

no car pools

no phone calls

no work

just lots of 

naps
chocolate

reading

jammie days

crafts

Personally
I would probably figure out a way
to stay there more often
because
after an entire week all to myself
transitioning to the regular

routine again 

wouldn't be 

easy

Silence Isn't Always Golden

My parents taught me

''If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all''

I can't always agree
with that philosophy

I believe

''All that is needed for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing''

This

doesn't mean I'm going to race around shouting

and raising a ruckus

but
I can say

I am doing what I can

in 

my little corner of the 

world

Nap Quest

I want to write a little something

in defense of napping

I see nothing wrong with a midday siesta

recharging one's batteries

in the hustle and bustle world

I mean
is 

there anything more delicious

than laying down 

somewhere quiet

letting the cares of the day slip by

as you feel 

your body relaxing

your eyes closing

and once again you are

transported to a drowsy
daytime

dreamworld

Under The Microscope

Sometimes there are things that make you say

''hmmmmm''

and

if you examine these things too closely

you have the potential of having 

hurt feelings

so

sometimes it's just easier

to walk away
good feelings intact
&

without knowing
everything

You can't polish a turd.

I keep learning the same lesson
I suppose it's because I tend to look at
things that sparkle and shine with rose colored glasses

thinking it has both substance and dazzle
I'm realizing
to have both is rare and precious
sadly
I know I'll be learning this lesson

until I finally
get it

No matter 

how much you want it

not to be

even a gold plated 

pile of manure

is still

manure

Today

It's only 5am

and 

I wish

TODAY

was 

over

Invisible

Yesterday morning

I spent a couple of hours getting 

a 

light chemical peel facial on my face
(it's a girl thing)

I walked out of the day spa

no makeup

face red and blotchy

wearing my pink ball cap

glasses

 nasty sweats and a tshirt

grey pullover zip front hoodie

with sneakers

looking....quite frankly

like a homeless, hot mess

Not 

wanting to  run home and change

I decided to run over to the grocery store

popped into the stationary shop

then to an afternoon matinee

I felt pretty self conscious

because I looked so schlumpy

as if I was ''less than''

but

what I noticed after awhile

was how completely

invisible 

I seemed to be

nobody looked at me

not one person smiled at me

in fact

a guy actually ran into me at the theater

spilling my popcorn

he barely muttered a ''sorry''

as he brushed past me

doors were slammed in my face 

as 

I walked behind people going into shops

nope
not one person stopped to hold the door open
what was that about
?

 I guess 

I learned a pretty big big lesson yesterday

 about assumptions

manners

and 

always looking a person
in the 

eye