The quickest rout to insanity is the silence of one’s own thoughts.
Trying to maintain my sanity as the silence looms over the barnyard is not going so well. This week comfort eludes me as my ear infection made me feel like there was a great big tumor hanging off the right side of my head. And sleep was the only thing that helped me get away from the pain.
The other day after three days of right ear pain enough to feel like someone poked a hairpin in my ear and left it there—I think I almost could have strangled the dogs for barking ALL morning long. It would not have helped the pain in my ear to go away, but at least the noise of barking would have ceased.
So, yes, I can completely understand how in the days of prairie life people could leave their warm cabin when the wind was howling and go out to freeze in the cold. Now maybe I get what it means to be “drove mad.”
So my spouse thinks he can come home to rescue me only to set up his work station directly in the walkway of the living room. I left. It’s not him. It’s me. I don’t think I’m a very peaceful person to be with this week. I am trying to get away from me. Wow—my ear hurts.
My life saver hubby did do one wonderful thing. He brought home some pheromone for the dog’s nose. That stuff really works. And it does not take very much. We put a tiny rub on the top of her nose each morning after breakfast. Ahh, a little bit of peace and quiet.
Oh, yeah, the quiet, silent walls. For most of the week I could not listen to anything. My ear just rang like a bell whenever I tried to concentrate on what was being said. So I did not listen to music either. Finally after almost five days I decided to wear a hat and try to listen to a book.
Book Review: “Redwall” by Brian Jaques. The story of the rodents in war and other such battles is what my daughter deemed a “great read out loud.” So she handed it to her husband and his little golf buddy was soon standing on the arm of the chair in true toodler listening fashion. I finished all three of the books within a book in about three days time. Then the silence resumed and my mind began composing my own tale.
So begins the saga of Cocoa the pony. The animal characters will all have the same names as they did during his life here on the homestead. But the people names will be revised. I have some interesting barnyard anecdotes to relate of our children’s favorite farm animal.
So I guess the silence was not all for nought. Is that how you say that correctly? There are so many stories to tell about Cocoa, I’m not sure I will ever get them all written. So here goes.
Meanwhile…. About those 52 skeins. I found my yarn packaging wraps in the “potato bin” cupboard that my father in law made for me. It is now just a container for my yearn craft what-nots. Yarn, thread, hooks, unfinished projects, and the fancy scissors that no one else can use are kept quite securely in the cupboard in the corner.
So what? Why does it matter if I used 52 skeins of yarn up last year? Well, I must have something to do with my time. While the most of the year I don’t spend sleeping trying to heal my ear ache, I am either crocheting or writing or gardening. I wonder wat this year holds for me? Especially since my “Pony Tales” has just begun to to take shape in my mind.