DIARY OF A MAD SEA MONKEY LADY

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March 4th, 2003

Sea Monkey tank status: What is there to say…I’ve had to start two new tanks as the other ones are no longer with us…gone to the great beyond where the algae is unlimited and Sea Diamonds are plentiful, where Cupid’s Arrow is no longer necessary and every meal is a Banana Treat. Let’s hope these new little ones do well….

There are times in life when you want to mess up your hair and quack like a duck…the past three months have indeed been one of those times. Life has thrown me a curve ball — a large one with spikes on it — and I have not been feeling my best. Today is still not great, but at least I am mobile, so there’s a blessing….

My family and I are planning a trip to England to visit relatives, but I have to admit that I’m more than a little freaked out about the gathering storm and its impact on safe airline travel. Fortunately, as Canadians, people around the world seem to like us, but England is not high on the love list this year, so I’m a little worried that our flight could be cancelled, along with about $800 that I certainly don’t have to throw away. I had the strangest dream last night that my boyfriend and I went to England, but he insisted in eating breakfast out at Jack in the Box every morning. So I’d go down there and order his favourite, yellow fatty bean slaw, and the cashier, Tommy Lee, couldn’t understand me, so he would give me many beverages in the hopes that I would just go away. They say dreams are symbolic…if so, then what the heck did that one mean?



Things in the world are troubling at best, and I don’t want to comment on anything lest that make me “un-American” (although considering that I am Canadian that probably goes without saying..) All I can say right now is that our collective prayers and hopes will avert a global catastrophe. I grew up in the ’80’s, with songs like “Dancing with Tears in my Eyes” and “Two Minutes to Midnight” reminding me that the global insanity known as nuclear arms proliferation could destroy the world as I knew it. I spent hours writing poems about nuclear war (remember, I was a teenager full of angst and hormones…) and wondering if I would grow up to be an adult (I did and it’s not fun…) I had one vivid technicolour, larger than life, surround sound dream about a nuclear weapon being discharged over Grouse Mountain, and it scared me to the point of tears. I remember waking up to a test of the air raid siren at the bottom of my road and thinking the end of the world was near. I am feeling that way again, and it’s not fun.



Well, that was depressing…tune in next time when I shall make sure I have had the entire dose of Prozac before writing….

‘Til next time!!!

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