Time to Ramble On

Somehow, I guess I didn’t realize Ostara and Easter were chronologically so far apart. I was thinking this post might kind of cover both, but Ostara is long over.

Regardless, tooling around stock photos, I found this delightful egg.

There was a similar photo of an egg couple, but I like how this one seems contented, exactly as-is.

I’ve misplaced my earbuds. Was hoping to rustle them up for a trash run so I could listen to Spotify heading to and from the dumpsters.

BUT I did get a lot of trash and a lot of recycling out tonight. I need more garbage bags, before I can do more, unless I use a lot of grocery store bags, instead. Was actually at the store earlier today and simply didn’t think to buy trash bags. Oy!

Either yesterday or today, I added just a small snippet of imagery to my work in progress. I’m mulling over the upcoming bit where my journalist character will be interviewed by a police officer, regarding a murder onboard the train.

I suppose I could make some herbal tea. Have a little pre-sleep ritual moment. I have one bag left of the herbal, and a few of the orange spice black tea. And plenty of honey.

Maybe I’ll read in bed for a bit. I’ve been yawning off and on for about an hour, but when I’ve tried to go to bed earlier, I catch a second wind. The tranquilizing effects of my night meds wear off before I fall asleep, and then I’m restless.

I’m thinking the officer from this relatively small Texas town the train was passing through, will have done due diligence researching a bit about everyone in the car where the body was found.

Not sure if that’s a realistic thing? Really, anyone onboard the train could have committed the murder. Depending on where time of death falls, they may have even gotten off at a previous stop, scot-free.

But if my cop maybe has an inkling of intuition or something about that specific car being significant, they would discover some interesting things about my characters. Their relationships, the hype about what the media perceived as a “fake” vampire attack against them, staged with elaborate special effects.

Hm, I am just now remembering that I think my oldest vampire character tells the journalist he’d given their attacker a potion imbued with the essence of his lifespan, causing its recipient to experience over a thousand years without a single feed, while there was a camera rolling, albeit on the floor.

I should address that somehow. Someone, somewhere, will have to interview Dorian about that. Ask him what he was talking about.

But I can’t really do a scene of Dorian and the cop, because the journalist, Jared, is my window character. I suppose the police could question them both about it, and poke about for inconsistencies?

The method of the murder is rather vampire-flavored, without giving too much away. That plus the stories of “pretend-vampires” at the Las Vegas concert will lead someone or other to believe my characters are involved in the crime.

Like the death was staged to ramp up publicity for the band. Or else, on a differing possible theory, that Dorian and/or Jared is/are unhinged and believed the victim was a vampire.

In reality, they are only involved as far as the body having been a message, an implicit threat. I didn’t bring up the possibility of a vampire hunter having accidentally killed a human, with real vampires onboard. I suppose that could have been a thing? But it feels unlikely. I’m still very much fleshing out the plot.

Wow, that sweet cinnamon spice tea is really good. Tea was an excellent decision. I had seen other pics online of tea or coffee with small white and yellow flowerheads floating on the surface– some kind of small daisy, or maybe chamomile? I suppose chamomile would make more sense. That’s what gave me the idea.

Also, WHY are so many of the stock photos of “vampires” on Pexels taken in sunlight?! But then, I suppose I wouldn’t be able to reproduce their amazing aesthetics. So who am I to judge? It’s just a pet peeve lol.

BUT… happy spring! The equinox is behind us, and the days are lengthening. Huzzah! And I have a summer birthday, which is always fun to anticipate. It might be a bit of a somber occasion if I can’t see kiddo at all this year, since we’d spent my birthday weekend adventuring here, last year. I just miss her. That birthday was by far my happiest day ever.

I get that she’s an adult and has her own life to lead, that it won’t ever be again like it was when she was growing up. And I’ve made a lot of progress with recovering emotionally when she goes back home.

It’s just hard. We’ve always been very close. She’s over 1,000 miles away, even if we text and Snapchat and talk regularly. None of that is the same.

Sometimes, in my sadder moments, I feel really sidelined. Yes, I’m still her mom, will always be her mom, the one parent who stuck with her.

It’s just rare that I feel needed anymore, unless she’s asking for restaurant-food money via PayPal, or needs “bolstering” en route to run some solo errands in the truck.

I suppose those are both valid examples of needs I’m meeting. A break from cooking when she’s exhausted, someone to talk to when she’s on the road.

I’m not even sure exactly what more I need. Maybe it isn’t even something from her, exactly. Some indefinable something that’s lacking.

It’s been a struggle to carve out an identity apart from her since she left; I was fiercely independent when she was small, to the point that college classmates didn’t know I had a child because I didn’t talk about her much.

My boss at my last job was also shocked that I had a child, so maybe I’ve done better than I thought? She didn’t find out until my time-off request said in notes, something about my daughter coming to visit for my birthday.

I have talked about her at my current job, but some of my coworkers are parents. So we’ve talked about family. And someone who worked with me there many years ago, immediately asked how kiddo was doing. “How is your daughter?” Nearly the first words out of her mouth.

Oooh hey just glanced at the time, and it was 11:11. Angel numbers, if you believe. Anyway, I suppose that’s an adequate ramble wrap-up of the day.

Even if it strayed pretty far from all things spring and whimsical.

Been enjoying the hippie playlist. I pruned one song already and might add more, in time. But it’s fun.

Here’s a different “egg couple” to wish you all a hoppy April. Good night!