I was watching the local news yesterday evening and felt relieved the victim of the story had gotten a good description of the perpetrator! The reporter interviewed a father of a two-year-old who was bitten by a coyote while walking on a trail in their neighborhood. Big news story as it also hit the evening news and nightly news. The best part was that the father got a good description of the coyote!! I am uncertain if he will have to have a sketch artist help him with his rendition of the coyote, but we do know that the coyote had four legs, two ears, long tail, beady eyes and looked like a dog, but more like a coyote. Since we live in an area where coyotes congregate, this is not unusual for a coyote to be present in the area where the two-year-old was bitten. But with the father’s description, we sure will have a better chance of locating this perp.!!
In the national news, Rebecca in Coronado, CA whom lived in a millionaire’s home (apparently this is very important) was found hanging with a noose around her throat. Her feet and hands were independently tied/bound behind her when her boy friends brother found her. They are not ruling out suicide! Really??! How does that work?? I can’t wrap my mind around that scenario for some reason. Maybe the vicious coyote had something to do with it.
News is my comedy relief at the moment. I will be adding more humor to my life soon enough by discontinuing my antipsychotic medication in defiantly. I want a change in my life and why not start with my medications that are a constant reminder that I am defective. My husband is on the same page this time. I will stay on my antidepressant. I agree that I do have the bipolar disorder and it is something I will not screw around with. But Seroquel is so unpredictable; I want to have some fun for a while. If the “knife” issue starts up again than we will cross that bridge when I get to it. I’m just bored with who I am at the moment. My husband will be going out-of-town in a few weeks and then I go to New England for two weeks. If something goes incredibly wrong, Seroquel is fast acting and I must have 5 or more bottles from the 3 month pharmacy, there for I’m not worried. I am no longer in therapy – let’s say I graduated. I have absolutely no one to talk to when I feel like I’m in that “place” that no one will ever understand. I hope I continue to find away to escape into another place when that happens for just a few hours. Life is good now.
I have continued to walk two miles every morning unless I’ve had a particularly bad night, which has only been once in two weeks. The only part I don’t like about walking is that people are cheery at seven in the morning and like to greet me with “Good morning”. I am not a morning person until I’ve had my first cup of coffee and it is past 10:00 A.M. And, how do they know it is a good morning? But I am ever so polite and answer “Good morning”. More men say good morning than women. I do wear my ear plugs with my MP3 which of course keeps any further conversation at bay. Our lake has 3 turtles, ducks with their babies, geese, a lot of big fish that jump earlier in the A.M., a few different water fowl and on occasion we have white pelicans. It’s pretty cool with the mountains in the background casting it’s reflection on the lake.
I will be posting a few art projects soon.