February 18, 2017

Too Good Not To Share




Just heard the rain is that is flooding the state of California is fake! Though, the leaks from the clouds are real! "...very extremely bad..."

February 17, 2017

Raw

Uncle!

Uncle!

UNCLE!

Calling 'uncle' just doesn't work like it did when we were kids. In the old days calling out 'uncle' was short for:

 "Okay you win, you stupid bully, now please stop ________ or give me back my ______!"

There have been plenty of bullies in my life, though I have to admit I have not been the victim of these bullies as much as just witnessed them bully others. Bullies who have said nasty things, done nasty things or are just plain nasty but there is nothing that has kicked-ass more than just plain LIFE! 

Now, don't give me the whole 'life is a blessing' lecture. I see that, I know that, I believe that, but it is also one hell of a hurdle. Today is one of those days I just want to scream 'UNCLE' and climb back under the covers, with a quart of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia, and quit the 'good fight'!

These blankets need to cover several hectares (or more). I'm not the only one I want to bring under the covers with me.

I want my mom and dad under the covers with me.

My dad is an awesome man, with qualities and values extraordinaire. Life is dealing him a major blow. He was recently diagnosed with Parkinson's. You can see his pain and agony as his robust and self-reliant body slowly turns against him. He's tired and he says 'he's done.'

Mom, at 88, is afraid. Afraid for my dad, afraid for her, probably afraid for her children (because heaven knows what we three 'kids' (in our '60's) might do wrong if she is not here to warn us)! Her body is frail; losing weight every day; her spirit is overwhelmed with anxiety yet her tenacity to be in control is stronger than ever, only adding to her anxiety!

They are both precious. I feel blessed for every day I have with them.

It would be nice if my husband and sister came and took a little respite, too, though they will have to bring their own ice cream (or choice of self-medicating method). They are both very involved with caring for our folks and, probably, just as raw.

There is a dear friend from high school who's famly, after two years of extreme trials and tribulations, have just discovered one of the daughters is ill. I want to make room for them under the covers. (I love you and am thinking of you and your family everyday.)

Then there are the immigrants in our country, whose only sin is wanting a better life for them and their families. Move over, let them in and give them a spoon. Ben & Jerry's for everyone while we take a couple of days off from the weight of it all.

Looks like the blanket just grew.

Part of me, maybe the nicer fraction of me, wants to invite those people who voted for fascism, lies, and hate, and are discovering how wrong they were. Frankly, I don't want you under our blanket. I think you need to witness the consequences of your blind ignorance. (Yeah, I said that!)

Remember the old phrase, "Stop the World, I want to get off"?

Can we just get off for a day or two, gather our strength and come back strong?

OR

Do we need to be raw to persist?

Photo courtesy of http://www.teeturtle.com/products/nevertheless-she-persisted

In all reality, this should say, "NEVERTHELESS, THEY PERSISTED"

February 11, 2017

The River Comes Knocking


My folks have a home  and a acre of property on the bank of the Sacramento River. They've lived there for over 40 years.

Typically, we have to walk out to the gate at the back of the property to see the river because the bank is pretty steep. The river also runs at the foot of their back rather than across the little valley.

Sometimes they have a little beach we can walk down to. There are a couple of large boulders that those in the family that like to fish can cast a line from.

One can catch salmon, steelhead, trout and bass. Swimming is not a good idea because of the rapids and the water temperature. It is usually between 52 and 56 degrees.

Several times over the years, the water could be seen from the house.  Visitors will exclaim, "Hey, I can see the river, cool!"



 Then there has been a time or two when it has crept into the yard. One year it actually rose in the middle of the night right up to the edge of the patio.  Now that was a scary day but it has a funny (now) story to go with it.

Knowing they lived close to the river and the hundred year level is even with their roof line. they had an evacuation plan...just in case!

The morning that my dad looked out their bedroom window and loudly told Mom that the river was lapping at the patio, Mom jumped out of bed, grabbed a suitcase from the closet and threw it on the bed. She rushed to the chest of drawers, pulling a bra out of her drawer, she tossed it into the suitcase. Then she dumped about ten pairs of Dad's socks in, locked up the suitcase and started running down the hall.

No panic there!

They watched their winter supply of firewood float down river. A man and his son canoed through the folks yard that day, too. 

We've had a drought here and haven't seen the far side of the river from the house in years....years!

Thursday morning that sneaky river was creeping under the garden gate. It was about 4" over flood stage. Mom had a bag packed and this time it included more than a single bra and tens pairs of sweatsocks!

Once the day got light, the water had fallen back right to just level with the edge of the bank. Nice to read online that the river has crested but still pretty damn scary to see it lapping at the ivy.

Yesterday, Dad and I walked down to the gate. The water is definitely going down but it is rushing  fast and full of trees, debris and, from what we heard, a tool shed or two!

Pretty handsome for an 88 year old guy, don't you think!!!

The forecast was for at least three days of sunshine and the river to level out about 4 feet from flood level so Mom sent me home (though she is keeping their bag packed).

In spite of the threat of flooding and the unholy amount of rain, I had a really good time hanging out with the folks.  We discovered some old pictures that my children drew for Mom and Dad when the kids were really little. We shredded about 16 years worth of paperwork, rearranged some furniture and laughed and reminisced.

February 03, 2017

Oh, Kellyanne



Oh, Ms. Conway. When you reminded us about the Bowling Green Massacre and the dozens of terrorists, we attacked you. We called you a liar.

I am so ashamed of us. Sorry! We will surely check out facts next time you move your lips. We don't want to accuse you of sharing 'alternative facts' unnecessarily.

When do you think Homeland Security and the ATF will raid Ohio State? They are clearly a terrorist organization.



January 30, 2017

Comedy Monday



What a weekend! Chinese preparing for war. Washington state Governor tackling POTUS, an out-of-control madman pissing on the constitution, etc, etc, etc.

We deserve to lighten it up a bit today.

Do something to make yourself laugh. You must, it's by decree of the Queen.

I am going to write letters filled with puns to my grandchildren and glue the envelopes into my journal.  When I am long gone ( or pissing myself in a nursing home) they will be able to remember me with:

"I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me!"


"Last night I was dreaming that I had written Lord of the Rings. My husband said I was Tolkien in my sleep!"



"Why do seagulls fly over the sea? Because if the flew over the bay they would be bagels!"

"A man walks into a zoo. The only animal in the zoo is a dog! Ah, it's a shitzu!"

"Parallel lines have so much in common, it's a shame they'll never meet!"

So, my friends, before we get back to the news and the fall of the American empire, what are you going to do to make yourself laugh today?




January 26, 2017

Speak No Evil



January 26, 2017

Seventh day of the new regime.

I promise I won't say anything negative or accusatory.
I promise I won't post negative stuff on Facebook.
I promise I won't 'Like' any negative stuff on Facebook.
I promise I won't 'Share' any negative stuff on Facebook.
I promise I won't blog any negative stuff about Trumplethinskin  the new regime.

I promise I won't say anything negative or accusatory.
I promise I won't post negative stuff on Facebook.
I promise I won't 'Like' any negative stuff on Facebook.
I promise I won't 'Share' any negative stuff on Facebook.
I promise I won't blog any negative stuff about Trumplethinskin  the new regime.

Mother-Father God,
Help me to not say anything negative or accusatory.
Help me to not post negative stuff on Facebook.
Help me to not 'Like' any negative stuff on Facebook.
Help me to not 'Share' any negative stuff on Facebook.
Help me to not blog any negative stuff about Trumplethinskin  the new regime.

My dear friends,
Help me to not say anything negative or accusatory.
Help me to not post negative stuff on Facebook.
Help me to not 'Like' any negative stuff on Facebook.
Help me to not 'Share' any negative stuff on Facebook.
Help me to not blog any negative stuff about Trumplethinskin  the new regime.

Screw it!
Can you believe what that ___________ did today?



January 21, 2017

Something Light




Too Literal?






Too Tickly?











Too Boring?





















Too Formidable?


























Okay then, I guess it's back to self-medicating!




January 20, 2017

Proclamation

Did you know that January 20, 2017 has just been proclaimed 
International Margarita Before Noon Day?

It's true!





I believe I will have four!

January 17, 2017

It's Okay Tuesday!







Tuesday! Following the lead at Airing My Laundry, One Post At A Time:

1. It's Okay that my hands were teal, purple and green yesterday after spending the day with my great-granddaughter. If she wants to paint my hands, she can paint my hands.

2.  It's Okay that we have decided to paint over all the murals in our house and use soft neutral colors.

3.  It's Okay that many (but not enough) of my books have found new homes.

4.  It's Okay that the next four days are supposed to dump record rains on us. The drought has really sucked. Hey Sky, bring it!

5.  It's Okay that the yard is still full of downed trees and branches and that Big Ugly has left us so exposed. The extra light in the house is incredible!

6.  It's Okay that tomorrow is my birthday and is supposed to dump rain all day because reading and drinking margaritas can be indoor sports.

7.  It's Okay that I am going to be older tomorrow than I am today because that alternative would suck.

Have a good day, everybody.

January 13, 2017

Moledro

Did you visit WordSalad yesterday and discover 12 Beautiful Words You've Never Encountered?

Pretty Cool, huh?

If you did, what did you think of:

"3. moledro

n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory."

Pretty juicy definition. My life's goal is to write a story or a book that will inspire moledro in others.
(Wow, that felt like 5th grade English; having to write a sentence using the vocabulary words of the week.)

Have you read books that have gotten inside your head? Can you spot the path the author was taking?
Is there a tome out there that has caused you to smell the trees and earth in the setting, or maybe smell and see the exhaust of a city bus?

When I look around my house, see my hundreds of books stacked double wide in bookshelves in every room, I finally really that my drug of choice is moledro!  Can't get enough.

Finished reading Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George recently. Incredible dose of moledro! I could feel the air, the river's current. I could taste the food, smell the flowers and spices.

What books have you read, or what blog do you read, where you connect with the author in a special way?

January 12, 2017

Vellichor

Have you ever heard or read the word "vellichor"?  I had not, until today.

Of course, the first thing we do in today's world, when we are unfamiliar with something; what do we do? We Google it!

So, I did!

What a profound word for such a subtle and elusive perception, even, when we are not aware of the perceiving!

Have I confused you yet?

Many of you writers may be familiar with the website WordSalad. It popped up in my Google search. Low and behold, vellichor is the first word listed on it's 12 Beautiful Words You've Never Encountered page.

Quoting the definition given on Word Salad (though I found the exact definition on several other sites): "n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured."

I also found the word on 10 Perfectly Cromulent Words,  which describes 'made up words'! It refers to John Koenig's Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, is a lexicon of invented words.

Not to be difficult but weren't all words 'invented'? Though one wonders if some words, like the chicken and egg, came before the meaning or after the meaning!

Though I never heard 'vellichor' prior to today, I have felt the sensation of vellichor.  Haven't you felt a slight sense of melancholy when walking through a Used Books store?

Many years ago, a dear friend gave me a book to read. It was about consciousness. I'm not sure of the exact title but the cover was inviting; a white background with a glowing rising sun. It was just the type of book I love to read.

I tried reading it many, many times. After a page or two, I would become overwhelmed with dark, somber feelings. I would put the book back on the shelf.  It sat for a long while, untouched.

My friend inquired if I had read it. "No, I apologized, "I can't hold it for more than a minute or two. I've tried, but I read the same pages and just feel overwhelmed with yuckiness!"

He examined his bookcase and gave me a different copy of the same book, then explained that the man who had given him the one he gave me had committed suicide about six months after he read the book. The last two years of his life had been tragic, filled with many losses.

The man's energy and feelings had been left in the book. I was feeling his loss and depression when I held the book, making it too uncomfortable to read.

When we walk into a book store, we are enveloped by a space filled with the energies of the prior readers left behind in the books.  There is happiness and joy, contentment. These is sadness, depression, futility.  So many emotions that we may experience either from the book or from our own situation in life while we are reading the book.

Vellichor sounds so appropriate for the feeling of walking into a used book store. Like velcro, the emotions are stuck to the pages they have touched.






What do you think?

Have you ever experienced an uneasiness or maybe, imagine, joy, when reading a used book?

Do you think we leave our energy in the things we touch, the things we love?

p.s. If you go to WordSalad and read 12 Beautiful Words You've Never Encountered, check out word #3; Moledro! Been there. Might have to do a Friday Moledro group post!