Today's Rave: Nature

Yes, I am a ranter.  But I am also a raver.  And today's note is a rave.  Yay for nature.  Yay for snowmelt streams, yay for hypoxic altitude highs.  There is nothing like being in the mountains.  Sleeping bags.  Snowy peaks.  Warm premade margaritas straight from the bottle fortified with extra tequila.   For breakfast.   I threw that in to keep you from unliking my blog.  Because it just might be too damned heart-warming to hear me tell you that I only had to take 0.5 mg of Vitamin K each evening and that was only because I was worried about bears.  Bears really like Klonopin and I wasn't about to give mine up.  So that's ironic--see what I did there?  Especially when I found out at the ranger station that the bears won't even look at the generic.  They really like those cut-out Ks.

Once upon a time I climbed a mountain.  Then I took this photo.   The end.

The outdoors is very therapeutic for the mentally ill.  I came back down the mountain with all my problems solved.  You might think this to be the death knell for the KlonChron.  But not to worry.  As soon as I hit sea level, all the problems started looming again, and the solutions I had worked out all, well,  dissolved.  Because that's what solutions do. 

Anyway, I got a taste of what it might be like to be not-so-mood-unstable and I'm trying to hang on to that.  But it does feel a little bit like being in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  This is a great flick if you haven't caught it, which would be highly unlikely, because it has to be in the top ten flicks of any nut job worth his salt.  A taste of mental health is like a taste of crack.  Well, technically I don't know what crack is like, but it's a simile which is a rhetorical device and not literal so suck it.


But I digress (of course I do).  The ESotSM analogy is where I wanted to be, so back to that.  Stability and health is like the place that Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet are trying to find where they can hide from the memory-eraser.  But kinda in reverse.  More of an elusive place you occasionally stumble upon but can't remember how to get back to.  All the while the chaos of life is swirling around and distracting you from your quest.  Being up in the mountains is a place like that for me.  I can't wait to go back.  I'm having tears just thinking about it.  (Don't worry--it happens at least twice a day.)   I have to figure out a way to stay there forever.  I'll be getting on that just as soon as all these people who have appeared in my house stop distracting me with their clutter and demands and randomness.  It could happen.  But don't flush the K just yet.  Kisses.