Debt, Greed, Wallstreet, Life's Complications and Full Moons

I admit I hate and fear the full moon. I never feel well when it strikes, and there is lunacy about. Today is one of the most awful days I can remember, culminating in a dead car battery. 100 dollars later, and several ours, it was fixed. The fun isn't over, either, with the AC bill looming. I put my head down and cried. I am watching Greece being trashed again; it is hard to see the place you were born attacked so often and vehenmently that it has become cliche. How dare they show the Parthenon in this light. For MMLA, I am writing about debt and the need to make money, of living above one's means, and of trying to get out of debt, using a mix of pop cult TV and classic literature. I hope it works. And, I am writing of debts writers owe to each other, and of how we repay and cherish loyalty and friendship. I hope this all works. I turned in book review today, and then tended to my flowers. I planted a mixture of wildflowers and grass mulch; we'll see. It is good for shady ground. The bittersweet is doing well, and our zucchini. I want to plant pumpkins and black nasturtium as starter plants in pots, though late. My orchids are not doing well, and I'm nursing a meer stem of poinsettia. The phantom and black velvet petunias are doing well, and the impatiens are thriving in their pots on the old, shabby chic wicker settee. In small things, there is comfort. In the yellow lily I took to my mother's grave, in the ancient, tiny Japanese doll I put back together, in the newly vacumed rug, in my little cat's purr. When life is not good, go to the small.