01 September, 2005

Haiku Friday

Happy Labor Day
The weekend that summer ends
Hot till Halloween

Happy Birthday Jeff
You get better, not older
Be safe skydiving

Cookout on Monday
Should we cancel? Gas too high?
But we miss our friends

My baby brother
Going to be a daddy
Baby is a boy

Question of the day
Hardest part for me to write
Some days there's nothing

Today I ask you
What else would you like to do
Another career?

Chef, wedding planner
Writer is so obvious
Something creative

Reading an old book
Downtown, Anne Rivers Siddons
Atlanta, Sixties

Long day tomorrow
Salisbury Scavenger Hunt
Charlotte, where's your soul?

Pray for Jamie Blake
He's a soldier in Iraq
Met his wife today

She hates George Bush
She called him the MF word
As she pumped her gas

I just cannot bear
Anymore on hurricane
I can't miss a word

No dignity left
For the living or the dead
Please, God, get them out


31 August, 2005

Wacky Workday Wednesday, Question of the Day, Waves of Sadness

Wacky Workday Wednesday
OK, so technically the workday is over for me. But I promised WWW, and here we go.

WWW will be a place for me to post my funniest workplace happenings, and/or those of others when I run out of my own.

Unfortunately, perhaps, for future WWW editions, I am starting with the best.

When I worked at the now evil human services agency, back in the good old days when it was the most AWESOME place ever to work, my friend Brian and I had taken 15 for a Texaco break (15 for a Texaco break consisted of 15 minutes deciding to go to the gas station down the street, 15 minutes asking everyone else in the office if they wanted anything, 15 minutes to walk 3/4 of a block, make a purchase and walk back, and 15 minutes enjoying the spoils of our travels. Spoils of our travels ALWAYS included a Diet Coke each. Always. I told you before...I can not understate the importance of DC in my life. But not in this story.) So, we took our 15 for a Texaco break and we were on our way back, anticipating the delicious diet coke and Snickers (yes I am aware of the irony), when Brian looked to our left in the bushes in front of the office and what did he see there?

He thought he saw a decapitated human head. Brian pointed and screamed like a little girl. I started laughing and pointing at him for screaming, and then I looked and I thought I saw a decapitated human head. And I started trying to scream as I was laughing. And we looked again and saw that it was a bad, bad wig. And we were screaming and laughing and screaming and we had to get it together pretty quickly - after all, our 15 minutes were almost up... we were hysterical when we finally burst in the door, and we told everyone about the wig...and by the time people got out there to look it was gone.

And I am pretty sure it happened on a Wednesday.

Question of the Day
What is your response to the situation in NOLA and the gulf coast? I am anxiety-ridden, scared, prayerful, riveted, trying to imagine myself and my family in that place and I just can't. I can not imagine the grief, the loss of dignity, the loss of life, being hot, hungry, thirsty, nowhere to go to the bathroom, no medicine, no diapers, none of so many of the things we take for granted.

It really puts things in perspective and it makes me very, very sad. I wonder if when my kids are my age they will hear about the mythical city called New Orleans, drowned in a sea of ineptitude, indifference, and cold, dirty water.

Waves of Sadness
I am rescinding my crowining of FOTW - the people who chose to stay, yeah, they are freaks. But the people who had no means to leave and therefore no choice, they are not freaks. They are victims of circumstance and weather and the power of other people's denial.

For example...Marvin has a great quote and thoughts on this - Bush did not think, no one thought, that the levees at Lake Pontchatrain would ever break? I remember riding across that bridge as a child and thinking it was held up by magic. Apparently our fearless leader thought the same. That lake is half the size of Rhode Island. And so yes, New Orleans will drown. It makes me sad. It makes me mad. It makes me thankful to live on higher ground and to have luxuries like water, sewer, lights, food and water.

Godpseed, Big Easy. I fear here is the end for you. I pray for your residents to find safe shelter and the strength to rebuild homes, family, culture, and normalcy.


30 August, 2005

Walking Tour, Freak of the Week, Question of the Day, Deep Down Burning

Walking Tour
So today Catherine and I went on a Walking Tour of Historic Salisbury.

Only we drove. It was a one hour tour. It took over 2 hours.

We learned a lot and some of the historic preservation efforts are truly heroic...it was interesting and wonderful and we were very grateful for the AC in Catherine's car since it was 87 degrees and about 360% humidity. And taking into account how long it took to drive, we figure we'd still be walking if we had actually walked it!

Of course, with all the one way streets, it may have been easier to just walk.

I am going to pretend I did not just think that!!

Freak of the Week
I guess I should start listing some nominees and then explain how the winner won.

And the nominees are...
1. The people who ignored the mandatory evacuations and stayed for the hurricane.
2. Hurricane Katrina
3. Brookelyn Walters, a 26 year old woman accused for faking cancer AGAIN!

And the winner is....

They put their lives in danger, endangered emergency management personnel who should have been doing something important rather than saving their sorry asses (and, uh, what about the ethical distribution of resources?), and made a choice against all common sense and reason.

Good grief, people. I know riding out a storm can be fun but go with a category II, III at best.

Question of the Day
How do you know, as a loving and responsible pet owner, when the time comes to put a beloved pet to sleep?

I am crying just writing this, but anyway, our Sadie is so old, and she sleeps almost all the time. She has trouble going up and down the stairs and you can tell she is hurting. I have been giving her a baby aspirin, but it is not working as well as it once did.

It will absolutely devastate the girls. Bob will not even discuss it. Every time I talk to my mom she tries to bring it up but I pretend like I don't hear her and change the subject, and I know that if this decision is to be made, and if it is to be done, I will have to be the one to do it.

Can I do it?

Can I not?

Please, people, some guidance or words of wisdom!

Deep Down Burning
I have a deep down burning in my soul to run. Don't know why. Don't know if I can. But I want to.

God help me.

New Feature
New feature on the ol' blog-a-do - that's right -


Don't know what that will be...but it'll be wacky! And on Wednesday!!


29 August, 2005

Nuts from Mr. Bob; Maisy - What are you doing?; Question of the Day; New Orleans Memories

Nuts from Mr. Bob
My grandmother has a gentleman friend...Mr. Bob. He is a wonderful man.

My grandmother was married to two of the 3 biggest a-holes on the planet (the third being my other grandfather). They mistreated her, cheated on her, drug her around the world, literally drove her to drink, tore her down until she thought all she deserved was them, and generally made her miserable and unavailable to the rest of us. But now, at 80, she has met the love of her life. His name is Bob, and he was a pharmacist in the town where they live. He owns a farm and a lot of land by the river and his beloved wife's funeral was the day Nana's second husband died. He and Nana met again not long after that and they were friends, and they courted, and he loves her to distraction. They are both very fit and they do all kinds of farm chores together, and ride 4-wheelers and one weekend they even planted 2500 trees on the farm.

My parents went recently to visit them and Mr. Bob sent us a box of nuts - not to eat, but to plant. He and Nana came to visit us one Saturday on their way to Mom and Dad's and he must have felt bereft at our treeless landscape - so he sent us a box of nuts to plant and grow chestnut and walnut and hickory trees.

And so this week I am planting those nuts - and I am hoping and praying that they will sprout and grow. And one day, many years from now after Nana and Mr. Bob are gone, I will look out into my yard, and see the trees, and remember. Nana was happy - at the end of her life - and that even though she had to go through hell to get there, she, at least, thought it was worth it.

Maisy - What are you doing?
Meggie LOVES Maisy. Maisy is a cartoon kids show about Maisy mouse, Eddy elephant, Tallulah chicken, Cyril squirrel and Charlie alligator who are best friends. There are many things wrong with Maisy that I can no longer overlook.

1. All the animals are roughly the same size.
2. Charlie, the alligator, has big old teeth. They are outlined in red. It looks like he has been eating bloody meat all the time. Watch out, Maisy!
3. One day they played see saw. Eddy the elephant was on one side. All the others were on the other. They were pressed up against each other in a line on the see-saw and thrusting, apparently, to offset the weight of the elephant on the other side. It was obscene. I just can't get past it.
4. They all change clothes in front of each other with no problem.
5. One day Cyril wet his pants, and Maisy took him inside and gave him new clothes (which did not match). However, no attempt was made to clean him up. Jeesh! Get a wipe!
6. Charlie sounds like he has some sort of developmental delay, or is a 4-year old version of Beavis.
7. With all the cast members, you can only pick out every third word - the rest is just squeaks and whistles. I think it is subconscious and is telling Meggie to climb stuff and get in the liquor cabinet.

But Meggie spends most of her waking hours wandering around looking for an adult to give the remote to and says "My Maisy."

Better, I guess, than Cops or Barney.

Question of the Day
What is up with this summer? Will it ever end?
I was talking to some other women at church yesterday - we want Fall weather, Fall clothes, food, power bills, etc.

I love fall because it is anticipatory - and you have Thanksgiving, and Christmas is just around the corner....the nights are clear and cold and it's just wonderful.

Go away, summer, go away.

New Orleans Memories
With Katrina bearing down on NOLA, I am reminded of one of my family's favorite memories...
My brother and I were kids, and we lived in either Lafayette or Alexandria - anyway, my parents and their best friends, Rick and Libby, and their kids all decided to go to Mardi Gras. Sure, 4 kids under 5 years old would be no problem at Mardi Gras!

So Rick was walking down Bourbon Street with my brother on his shoulders. That meant Jason was tall enough to see in some of the places. One in particular was a drag show. My baby brother, no more than 2 1/2, was enraptured by the beautiful men/women dancing in gorgeous costumes, born to the wrong bodies, correcting where they believed Mother Nature had been mistaken. He loved it.

Rick saw and tried to walk faster.

Jason would have none of it. "Wait, Mr. Wick," he said with his speech impediment that lasted until 3rd grade and was born of sheer laziness. "I want to look."

And, had my brother turned out gay, that would surely be the incident that was blamed.

A few years ago I was awarded a grant workshop, including travel, workshop, lodging, etc. in New Orleans. Molly was only 5 months old but I went. Sunday morning in NOLA is ugly - shop owners and barkeeps spraying vomit off the sidewalk, the sun shining, the heat starting to build, the beautiful, lacy wrought iron looking delicate and feminine, vagrants and college student passed out in alleyways. But the Hurricane drink shop was open (no blue laws) and before 10:00 am I was walking down the street sipping a hurricane in a styrofoam cup, just because I could.

I also saw my first drag show in NOLA, at the Rainbow, and the gays I was with were furious because I, an experienced hag, charmed our very cute waiter and got free drinks and better seats, and he flirted with me and ignored them.

Too bad, old trolls!

Keep New Orleans and the whole gulf coast in your prayers.