For the past week I have been partially incapacitated with an annoying Summer Cold. I am not certain why I feel the need to describe it as a Summer Cold exactly.. it is presumably the same sort of cold one might catch in Winter, Fall or Spring. But there is something extra depressing and draining about a Summertime Cold to me. Maybe it is the fact that the weather (sometimes) is nice and sunny out and you are stuck in bed feeling shitty, or maybe it just seems to hit harder when it is warm and huddling under the covers in bed does not give the same sort of comfort that it does when you are ill in the winter months. Regardless of why, I have always differentiated the Summertime Cold from other colds or form of illness. They always get me down. Though, to be fair, I cannot think of a single person that I know who gets cheered up by getting sick. (Though I am sure there are some strange germ fetishists out there somewhere who WOULD! :D ) After a week of feeling run down, congested and coughing my lungs out, I feel like I am over the worst of it and have achieved 3/4 human status. At least I no longer feel like blended poop, as my friend Coy so eloquently put it. :) I am certainly smiley emoticon-ing more, and probably ACTUALLY smiling more too.
I am not sure there is a real point to this post. I wanted to blog something, and this is what was on my mind. Aside from the Summertime Cold season(I know of at least 3 others who have or had it in the past weeks) it seems that we are in a period of dying, loss and memorial lately. I just recently lost a close friend of the family, and found out this morning that a cousin of mine, who was my age but had been on dialysis since he was a teenager, passed away. There is a sort of superstition that deaths come in threes, and I am really (selfishly) hoping that the 3rd death in this series does not hit any closer to home. I fully believe that death is a necessary thing, and as my poem post of yesterday may have shown you, I do not believe death is necessarily the end. I feel in my heart at least that my friend and former roommate, Scott, has started on the next path of his souls journey, and that the energy that was him and his spirit is not gone but merely moved on to other planes of existence. He can still reach out to us if he chooses to or needs to send us a message. Though I find it more likely that he will be moving on, not lingering, as some spirits do, to become ghosts or bringers of other paranormal activity. We shall see (or not) I suppose. I have not truly mourned the loss of my friend yet. I am bad at dealing with loss and death. I have been fortunate in my life to have little of such to deal with. I feel like I will mourn soon, if only for my own selfish loss of a great soul in my life.
Anyway, enough of the blues and talk of sad things. Such things may be necessary but no one says we have to like them. I hope these times pass quickly and times of love and light come to fill out the rest of our Summer. Summertime should be a warm and joyous time. Bring on the rays of light and running through sprinklers. I'm ready for an end to the Summertime Blues.
I think that this summer will be hot and wild, babe. Not a lot of time for the blues. So hold onto your hat... it's going to be a crazy ride.
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