The house is cold, as it should be this time of the year, though thankfully not as cold as the previous nights had been on the hill top High Tall, even with every available floor, counter and wall covered in some sort of tile and little to no insulation in the thin Florida style walls walls, tonight calls for thick socks and fuzzy slippers.

I push another log into the fireplace, must keep the fire hot and strong till morning, blaming my self for not thinking to get more kenneling earlier while the sun gave plenty of light to find my way thru the woods.
Sitting next to the old iron fire place, now running full steam putting comfortable heat into the air, thriller book in hand, fancy sheep pillow being a soft barrier from the stone floor, now is the time to relax.

But here, next to the hot fire with a stack of split dry logs on my other side, sitting with my brain washing thriller in one hand, I slowly read the pages carefully sucking raw chocolate cake mix the other free hand from a brown mixing bowl, fully aware of the dangers of raw eggs, but the treat is far to rare and tasty to pass up on a night like tonight. Already brown smudges cover my white long-sleeved shirt, queen of stains I am. Large brown eyes beg at me from behind my book, my small stocky dog slowly inching up to the bowl trying desperately for a taste of the wonderfully smelling dark ooze. I shoo the dog, knowing that just one lick would give him gas that would knock maggots off a meat wagon. Instead a rock hard dog bone for him and a glass of ice cold milk for me to wash down the stickiness.

Thinking wildly for a moment on how odd it is to get the urge to bake cakes and other goodies while angry, cracking the eggs, beating the batter to a pulp heating up the oven, maybe some kind of old school house wife therapy, who knows? But, what to be angry about? This is after all Christmas day, a happy time to millions and to my family as well, though we had no décor this year and even sadder the lack of a tree, false or real. Goodness knows the sweet smell of pine would be comforting right now.

But as I sit here, starting to squint as the last of my light starts to escape over the distant mountains, the smell of the rising cakes from the nearby kitchen
fills the air and slowly my anger melts. As the last glorious scoop of chocolate goo dissolves in my mouth I remember that I have no way of washing my hands, much less the now sticky dishes in the kitchen, dammit. Three days now with no running water on the hill top High Tall, though waiting patiently for the Plummer to come and fix the problem, the timing just had to come in the mist of a national holiday, I swear that I can time the natural disasters that occurs at this rundown mess of a house, being the power going out, lightning hitting the well or the latest disaster, half of our house fell in, wonderful. All that has to happen is a plan, event, or a holiday of some sort, then it will hit, one way or another, wonderful luck really.

The smell of the cakes is sweet, though it doesn’t distract me from the many problems running wildly around my skull. My goals to start school this semester will probably have to be put back again, trying to gather all the information needed for the fastfa, pell, and other helpful orgisanations for collage. Still rather angry of all the grants available to every one except single, drug free, kid free, abuse free white females, but I shall rant on that one later.

Needing my father to call the V.A. and get a copy of his monthly gettins for school leads to a fight over every time I seem to start over I need more information out of him. Hurtful words, no water, fear of missing the collage boat this year, dammit why cant the cakes cool faster. There must be some kind of awesome machine that cools cakes, I bet Reece has one, or at the least borrowed one from Shmar or Golara..or maybe Ed ate it…

Job hunting, transportation needing, wishing for a freak asteroid to hit my mother, every thing seems to come at me at once. Breathing I touch the cakes, cool now, spreading the thick chocolate frosting between the layers, then on top. Tomorrow will be better, perhaps Ill bother a Kudzu Fairy then go to Ashville and watch Aliens kick the ass off some Predators, and laugh as the stupid humans get eaten or skewered.

Sitting on the sheep pillow, fire still hot, cake in hand book open….the Dr. will surly get caught this time…..


(End rant) 10:35 X-mas day 2007.


P.S now that its a few days after i wrote this, im feeling better, out of my funk and we have runnin water again, this was just me ventin out some steam.

Love Sheepy

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