Thursday, April 28, 2005
And sometimes it isn't an entire day of disappointment and utter anger at the world, but only part of a day. On those occasions there will be a Zen moment that breaks through the haze of hopelessness and turns my perspective around. I am waiting for that Zen moment right now.
Until that time, don't bother to talk to me. I won't reply with a snappy answer. I am not going to entertain you with my wit today. Let's save that for tomorrow. After a good night's sleep.
I am going to go listen to Marilyn Manson now.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
I could attribute this choice to being over-tired, running late, or lack of plain black socks...but any way you look at it I am turning into someone's mom. Though I am not really anyone's mom, which makes it all the worse.
Why is this happening to me? How could I go out of the house like this? I did look in the full-length mirror before walking out the door and somehow convinced myself that it was OK. Someone should have stopped me, really.
And it's not just purple shoes, but purple shoes with little cut-outs in the front to really show-off my black socks with the little mauve flowers. They have bows even. You can imagine it can't you?
Don't get me wrong, the shoes are very cute on their own, as are the socks. But it is the combination of the two that has gotten me worried.
I think it is time I pull myself away from the computer long enough to notice what the cool people are wearing these days. Perhaps peruse a recent issue of Vogue or something. Get cable? Pay attention to the world around me?
Or I could simply go on looking like the crazy lady with the unkempt hair and mismatched footwear. The make-upless girl who has no time to consider if her coat and shoes match her purse, or whether or not she has visible panty lines (*gasp*). I could easily slip into the thirty-something (I almost wrote middle-aged but couldn't do it) abyss where a woman can either look like she is in her 20's or like she is a mid-western school teacher mom in her 40ish 50s with salt and pepper hair, over-grown eyebrows, unpainted toes and jeans that sit on the waist.
Help me, please. I don't deserve this, really I don't. I have been a devoted fashion slave these past 30-odd years yet this all seems to have come about so quickly. I didn't even see it sneaking up on me, yet here I am wearing purple shoes with black flowered socks...
Thursday, April 21, 2005
She pointed out that my Jum Thorpe Earth Day celebration entry refers to an event that occured in 2003...ah well, I am sure they must be having some sort of something this year. However, if they are nobody seems to have bothered to post it online anywhere because I just couldn't find it. And let's not forget that the internet is my life - the search engines are my bloodline. If I couldn't find it on Google it must not exist!
Now I know somebody is going to send me a link and make me look like a schmuck....
Happy Earth Day, or whatever
Two or three weekends ago Ernie decided to burn some of the brush along the creek. Ever since then his forearms have been covered in what we assume is some type of poison ivy. It itches.
We now have 6 or 7 different remedies sitting on our bathroom sink. None of which have helped in the least. One "wash" cost $35 at the local pharmacy. Rip-off. I think it is called something like Zanfell, or something like that. He also got Benadryl ointment (never saw that before) and some other ointment from the pharmacist with a name I can't pronounce. Nothing has relieved his agony.
He just called me to let me know he made an appointment with his old family doctor in PA for tomorrow morning. We are hoping that the country doctor will know how to cure a country ailment. Ernie just hasn't been himself since the rash appeared. The unrelenting itch makes him ornery to say the least.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Here is their festival info:
Events will be held in Asa Packer Park and at the Mauch Chunk Opera House. There will be crafters, vendors, food stands, children's activities and live music. Be sure to visit our Information Alley, where there will be displays, pamphlets and educators covering a variety of environmental topics.
Bands performing during the festival, in Asa Packer Park, include Deva Kant, Tim Perry Band, George Wesley, Jersey Cartwrights, Log, The Diggits, and Small Change.
SATURDAY April 26, 2003
Drum Circle and Musical Jam: Bring a musical instrument of your choice.
The Davisson Brothers (West Virginia Bluegrass) , with Unami (native american folk) and Didge Dude, will perform at the Mauch Chunk Opera House. Tickets are $10 and can be bought in advance at Horizons.
We know where all of the wet spots are, mind you. However, Ernie being in his weakened, food-poisoned state, forgot when he parked the car on the lawn.
We had everything packed to leave, including the cats in their florescent yellow Sherpa bags, and were pulling out already way behind schedule. The trouble was, when I hit the gas there was nothing. Hit it again, nothing.
Get out and look and see that the front of the car is now touching the ground. The tires are burried in mud up to the fenders. No kidding.
We try to get the car jack underneath the car to lift it up so we can put boards under the tires, but the car was so low in the ground the little jack couldn't even fit under.
Cats are crying in the back seat. Ernie is delirious. It is SO FUN!
We walk up to the Summer Kitchen (which is now a shed) and find some old rusty chains. I drive the truck down to where the car is and back it up so they are butt to butt. Ernie rigs up the chains and gets in the Hyundia to put it in neutral. I get the truck in gear and start to roll down the driveway and out pops the Hyundai. I swear I heard a thwapping sound as it un-sucked itself from the mud bog.
The whole ordeal took about 45 minutes from start to finish. 45 agonizing minutes if you are a cat stuck in a bag with a 3 hour drive ahead of you...and even worse if you are the driver facing 3 hours of driving with two screeching cats and a sick, groaning husband.
In the end we made it home before midnight and everyone is feeling much better after a good nights sleep.
I love my truck.
The two cats have never had stairs before...Their new favorite activity is running up and down them as quickly as possible - as many times as possible - all night long. They also enjoyed jumping up onto the bed throughout the night scaring the shit out of me each time. Once, I awoke to a cat nose touching my mouth while the cat it was attached to sat on my chest. I assume I must have been snoring or something and so the cat was checking it out. Don't know which one it was - in the pitch black they both look the same.
Mrs. Jinx enjoyed the front porch, although we didn't let her have free reign in fear that she would chase a goose and we would never see her again.
Next time we are going to do what all city pet owners would do - bring the cat's leashes and harnesses and let them walk around the property while we keep a tight hold on them. God forbid we would ever let a couple of cats run free in the outdoors! The horror...what, you never saw a cat on a leash before?
There is a forest fire warning out right now for the surrounding counties. I guess they need to institute one for Schukyll County too.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
This is going to be a great season...
We are learning a lot about fruit tree polination, varieties, sizes, etc. It has been very educational.
Next gardening project is the Vineyard.
Since the dam on the pond broke the water has drained quite a lot and is now standing still. We have a colony of about a million Pollywogs...future frogs if you will.
Reminds me of an old story where a young boy fell into a Pollywog Pond. He panicked and couldn't get out fast enough. His big sister stood on the shore of the pond screaming for help. When his mom rescued him from the pond he was wet and crying. Seemed the Pollywogs found their way into his trousers and underneath his shirt. It took several squigly minutes before mom was able to release all of the little frogs from the boys person. He was never the same again. He learned it was best to stay away from ponds full of Pollywogs unless you were wearing shoes with very good traction...Remember, Bryan?
In the end, Jason had his way and the job was done in half the time.
Cousin Anne stopped by, mimosa's in tow (yumm...), with Hannah and Sebastian.
We managed to get rid of the barn and AllState has now reinstated our policy. I wonder how they would feel to know we carried out their orders of removing the barn by holding a two-day long bonfire on the property?
Our little way of sticking it to The Man.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Who told Katie Couric she was a journalist anyway?
KC: "Wow. Listen to all of them clapping. That's not something we do at American Funerals!"
Most Americans are self-centered fools, especially those involved with the Media (though not my media, only the other stupid old-fashioned, bad media...)
An American Journalist: "What does it mean that three US Presidents are here today? This is a first in both the history of the Church and the history of the US. I think this is a political message, perhaps having to do with the religious ramblings in our country of late."
Another journalist, speaking to an American Bishop (on Wednesday, but it comes to mind now): "They stopped the line of people for an hour or so in order to do some maintenance. What exactly does that mean?"
Bishop: "Well, the Pope's body has not been embalmed. They do not do that here the way they would in the US.:
Journalist: "Most Americans would find that offensive I am sure."
Why did I set my alarm to get up in the middle of the night to listen to a bunch of idiots discuss what it all means to America? I expected, foolishly, to be a witness to some Dan Brown-esque event steeped in centuries-old tradition and shrouded in mystery. Something that would be slightly moving and perhaps inspiring in some way. A palpable translation of the works of Michelangelo or Da Vinci and the other Renaissance Masters. A common connection to all of those Popes and peoples who had gone before. I hoped to hear the Italian and Latin words of the choir and the mass. I thought this event in time would transcend Americanisms or Europeanisms, or any other isms for that matter. I wanted it to be more Romantic. But it wasn't, it didn't.
Instead I got Katie Couric making high school cheerleader caliber comments while Isabella Rosallini and Michael Bloomberg took turns translating the mass (not really, I don't think, but sounded awfully close, unfortunately). I got no information about the beautiful voices of the Sistine Choir, the arrangements they sang or the tradition behind any of the continuous music that was part of the service. Where did that tapestry over St. Peter's basilica door come from? How old was it? Had it been used in this manner before? How about some information about St. Peter's itself?
It was difficult to feel moved. I didn't have the opportunity to become engrossed in the scene because I was too busy flipping channels to escape the US Political Agenda booming from my set under the pretense of Papal Honor. And the breakaways to the crowd of people which lingered momentarily on carefully selected men and women who were either extremely good looking or extremely pious looking, seemed so contrived it was almost laughable.
Will American Media, or the general American populace, ever understand that America is not the center of the Universe? This one universal event that brought people together of all races, religions and nations was not even enough to drive that point home. If we let go of some of the burden of creating a world culture based on our own, or our expectations that the whole world should be like it is in Suburbia, we might all be much more at ease and less stressed out.
I found the most acceptable broadcast to be on Fox, believe it or not. I think NBC was the worst, sorry Katie.
The Vatican has an official web site (YES!). This is probably where those of us interested in true historical meaning can satisfy our questions. And for the others of us who prefer a different historical perspective there is always this site .
Now I must go get another cup of coffee. Watching 2 1/2 hours of television in the middle of the night is no easy feat when one must work the following day...maybe some Divine spirit can help me stay awake until 6:30 this evening....
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Whatever happened to mom bringing hot chicken soup with crackers on a tray to my bedside?
Where did the little black and white TV go that used to be set at the foot of my bed so I wouldn't get too bored?
Who took those fuzzy slippers I used to shuffle around in from my bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen and back?
Where did that heating pad go that mom used to put behind my back to ease my aches?
How about the cool washclothes to chill my fever, and the extra blankets to sweat it out?
Sick Days 2005
Take a nap
not bed sheets
Sick days...2005 (*sniffle*)
Friday, April 01, 2005
Like the Dali Lama, it is his example of forgiveness and acceptance that we should all try to emulate. Religous beliefs aside.
The news is not good my friends.
Washington, Oklahoma and North Dakota are raising gas taxes. There are warnings going off all over the place within the DOE. I am not usually a doomsdayer, but I haven't seen any encouraging news on the subject. Oil is now around $55 per gallon and the predictions are it will soon be more than $150.
The DOE has a web site (several of them actually) with ideas on how to conserve energy. It's worth a look.