Butterflies Are Free

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I’ve had butterflies on the mind lately. Mostly because they are absolutely everywhere here. I actually had a swarm of them while walking through the park last week and again the other day walking to the store.

it’s quite incredible, to be honest. We have a lot of trees and flowers coming on this time of year, plus I noticed the mango tree on the corner just heavy with fruit. Fruit, I might add, ends up squashed on the road.

Then, the other day, looking for a wine stopper (not for saving wine, just to re-cork it and keep ut cold) I came across this metal butterfly. It’s a bottle decoration that someone gave me years ago. I don’t think I ever really used it,

It’s one of those large, metal butterflies with a metal ring at the bottom that you put over the neck of a bottle. Like everything else, it’s turned rusty in my drawer. I took it out and left it on the counter.

Today, I grabbed it and tossed it into my grocery bag. I was walking through the park on my way to the bank. I thought, I’ll leave it in the park. I don’t dislike but I don’t use it and don’t see the reason for cleaning it up. Of course, I immediately forgot about it.

I didn’t have my camera, which is my phone, as I never take it with me. You will just have to trust me, the park was particularly spectacular today. In the front part were a lot of young boys and men practicing baseball and exercising.

It wasn’t until the young lad at the grocery store was packing my groceries that the butterfly fell out. I kept it out and then put it on top of the big bag of cat food. As I walked back home, retracing my steps, I pulled it out of the bag looking for the perfect place to put it.

There are plenty of benches but I wanted to give it a better send off than that. I don’t remember who gave it to me, but I’m pretty sure it was Mona, who hasn’t actually spoken to me in a few years now.

I was considering a low branch on one of the many trees when I came upon a partial fence or barrier. It’s really just a lot of spikes, all rusted the same colour as my butterfly. I stuck it right on top of one and it was absolutely perfect. I loved how it looked on there,  like it was part of the stake all along. I wished briefly I had been able to take a picture and made a mental note to look for it on my next trip through.

Writing Because​ I Found Work

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You know the saying?  Write when you find work. That’s what I’m doing. Writing because I found work.

I’m ridiculously happy about it. Happy, relieved and still a little surprise, to be honest.  Like the quote says, it’s a worry. it’s been over a year of worry, fret and things got rather dark for me, as well.

I wrote about that, had to. Death just rears it’s ugly or peaceful head to add its voice to the long or short lists of solutions. But that seems to be solved, for now.

I have been working online but it had been mostly a festering sack of shit that barely pays and then some asshole doesn’t want to pay at all. That happened to me on the site I work on a few weeks ago.

Then, out of the blue, well, out of the job site Indeed, there was a reply to one of the countless resumes I send. I barely noticed as I get replies all the time. The last one I got excited about made me get references, kept sending me next phases of the employment process and then the last email I received was an introduction to the head honcho.

It was a guy, all in pink and as far as I can tell, it’s a new cult for Jesus. Hard pass. I do believe they are building the bunker.

But my job is a writing job. The topics are mostly boring and they have very specific guidelines as to what they want and it’s absolutely perfect. I can’t really commit to many online jobs because my power situation is sketchy, at best.

I won’t be vulgar enough to talk dollars but I will tell you that by writing two articles a day, I make a very easy livable wage. The first week pays my rent and all my bills. That’s Santo Domingo prices on a USA wage.

The relief is overwhelming. I’ve spent the past year, or more scrapping and worrying and freaking out. It’s a weird place to be in, to realize once something runs out, like laundry soap, you may not be able to replace it.

But I can.  I am still a bit shocked that what I wanted, actually showed up. I knew it was possible and usually had a glimmer of hope somewhere and then, presto bango, there it is.

I get paid twice a week, sweet!  I was determined to make rent last month on my own and actually did it, but not quite on time. However, it was easter so I blamed that on the slow bank to my landlady.

I’m still trying to play catch-up with the household supplies, but I’m getting there. Today I went out for groceries and treated myself to a new pair of shoes, seen here, some chai tea and cockroach spray. Oh, the glamorous life I lead.

The shoes were pretty exciting.On sale for about $12 and the smell of the rubber and the canvas was intoxicating. Plus, a new box for kitties.

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On the way home, loaded down with groceries, I walked passed a group of people milling about and they were all privy to see me get beaned on the head with a mango. High hilarity, indeed, before they all headed in to the funeral home. The security guard dashed up and grabbed the mango.

But its okay. I have a job, the cats got food, I have chia tea and new blue shoes. I got to ake some people laugh on I’m guessing, a pretty shitty day. Maybe down the road, when they think about old uncle Carlos, they will have a chuckle about the old white lady getting bonked with the mango.

Good times!