I am not game enough to try a title it keeps going hindu or whatever language that is. I am much better today about my mother stopped crying and getting some distance. I did aquarobics yesterday walked the dog and had another swim in the pool. Got worn out which felt good and decided to stop feeling depressed I'm sick of it. Either you die or you live so may as well live happy. I am on the beautiful maclap which we brought when I was staying with Mum and looking after her and going crazy its in the red for battery so cant write much I am sitting on he front veranda with the evening coming on and the smells of the garden around. Magic time deep evening greens the cicardas are going but not so loud tonight. We played golf today but only 12 holes too tried all stress. My sister is getting sick and my brother and i feel like my nerves are strung out over barbed wire. I thought of a story about it:
The old witch was dying. There were movements in the ground and chasms opening up on the earth. Storms raged for days and crops failed in the fields. They cut the trees to the ground in other places to try and save them because no rain had fallen. The old witch shivered in her bed and the waves ravaged the shores. She had not named a successor believing she would become a rival and destroy her. So she had ploted and played with many over the long years of her guardianship those that had not predeceased her had left delusioned by her games and flatteries. Her power which was great and had no equal in that world was often dangerously out of control. The more so in later years as her familiars died or left for safer harbours than her increasingly unpredictable rule. In many ways she had remained a child and the older witch who had bestowed her had mistakenly believed that the child would grow into the wisdom of the role.
This is not to say she wasn't loved, she was loved too well and too much. She was infinitely lovably like a child but like a child had no control over the pendulum of moods. The domaine like she herself was without balance it tittered dangerously in all directions. The people crowded around. Waiting, not able do their work or care for their families. The old witch lapped up all the attention like a starved homeless kittern. She, who should of sent them on their way invited more and more attention. In the deep backgroung an old and barely noticed person watched it all and planed another outcome
gotta go battery bye bye