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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The First Thing
The first thing you do is steel yourself. Having it always in the back of your mind, you run errands... run the dog. Take a nap.
Then you find some music. Or a radio station. Or font up some t.v. show you watched just last night on the computer. And you take the packing tape you bought today with money you didn't have and the boxes you got when you thought maybe you would do Ebay.... and you put them together...tape screaming- skreet-chitch, skreet-chitch and you bury your books as you've done so many times before in hope and cardboard.... tossing out so many. Some, needing to be gone. Some, well...
Dog doesn't understand; his world disappearing box by box and he clammers to go out and enjoy this beautiful day.. the sort of which would have had you out on the porch getting the window boxes ready for summer flowers in years past. And you hook him up, and walk him past what has now become... the past, and down the stairs and you wonder... no... You know, that in two months you won't have an outdoor space. What will you do with the table and chairs and boxes and the need for being able to step into the storm when it comes, all dark and clouded and menacing... but understood?
Having returned, you hear a screen door slam. Such an old sound to someone your age, and you know that Reva has gone in, or out. Solace in recognizing the sound. Solace in knowing she's there doing what she does during the day. Sorrow in knowing it's becoming an extinct sound for you. And you turn back to the dog and 'skreet-chitch' and the sound of the water and the knowing of how you got here almost one year ago.
Then you find some music. Or a radio station. Or font up some t.v. show you watched just last night on the computer. And you take the packing tape you bought today with money you didn't have and the boxes you got when you thought maybe you would do Ebay.... and you put them together...tape screaming- skreet-chitch, skreet-chitch and you bury your books as you've done so many times before in hope and cardboard.... tossing out so many. Some, needing to be gone. Some, well...
Dog doesn't understand; his world disappearing box by box and he clammers to go out and enjoy this beautiful day.. the sort of which would have had you out on the porch getting the window boxes ready for summer flowers in years past. And you hook him up, and walk him past what has now become... the past, and down the stairs and you wonder... no... You know, that in two months you won't have an outdoor space. What will you do with the table and chairs and boxes and the need for being able to step into the storm when it comes, all dark and clouded and menacing... but understood?
Having returned, you hear a screen door slam. Such an old sound to someone your age, and you know that Reva has gone in, or out. Solace in recognizing the sound. Solace in knowing she's there doing what she does during the day. Sorrow in knowing it's becoming an extinct sound for you. And you turn back to the dog and 'skreet-chitch' and the sound of the water and the knowing of how you got here almost one year ago.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Bleak ... Just Bleak
"Radar shows a patch of rain with some embedded thunderstorms will move through the Chicago area Friday night, with clouds remaining into Saturday morning.
There a chance at a few peeks of the sun Saturday, and Tribune/WGN meteorologist Tom Skilling says it will be welcome -- but temporary.
It rained 14 of April's first 21 days, he said, and April's sunshine performance has been dismal. With only 34 percent of its possible sun on the books, April 2011 is tied with 1953 as the cloudiest April on the books here.
At least two additional wet storms are in line to visit the Midwest before the month ends."
There a chance at a few peeks of the sun Saturday, and Tribune/WGN meteorologist Tom Skilling says it will be welcome -- but temporary.
It rained 14 of April's first 21 days, he said, and April's sunshine performance has been dismal. With only 34 percent of its possible sun on the books, April 2011 is tied with 1953 as the cloudiest April on the books here.
At least two additional wet storms are in line to visit the Midwest before the month ends."
Sunday, April 17, 2011
What I WON'T Miss....
I just called 911.
..........
I've been enjoying the last days here; watching the water from the bedroom, listening to the lake. But there is something I will not miss. This park across the street.
When I got home at around 7:30 I parked down the street and heard even from there a loud, belligerent male voice. It was coming from a guy on the playground who looked like a skinhead, and a black family scurried past me and away.... as the little girl who took up the rear kept looking back with guarded curiosity. The guy followed and ended up next to my car, cell phone out. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I mentally verified my doors were locked and stayed put.
He went back to the playground. What is it about ne'er-do-wells, that they love children's parks? I got out of my car and walked home, past another black family that was leaving and one of the little girls was saying that 'they' (the group in the park) were throwing rocks at them and at the cars. I came in and got Meander.
Things seemed a bit more quiet as I passed, but on my way back a black man was walking away and saying over his shoulder to the skinhead that he meant no disrespect. The skinhead was following, coming my way with a friend who had an unleashed dog that looked to be part Pit. We crossed the street and in lightening speed came home.
Since then it's been constant yelling, cars coming and going down the dead end. The last car pulled into an empty spot and they (skinhead and his friends) pulled out one of those kids bikes from the back and began riding it. They look like idiots on those things.. but I digress. Right about then my 911 call went out over the air, and POOF, they were gone. And I mean gone.
So, they had a scanner as well.... which isn't odd.
It's all of fifty degrees out with an annoyingly cold breeze. What in Hell will summer with ninety degree temps bring?
I won't have to know.
..........
I've been enjoying the last days here; watching the water from the bedroom, listening to the lake. But there is something I will not miss. This park across the street.
When I got home at around 7:30 I parked down the street and heard even from there a loud, belligerent male voice. It was coming from a guy on the playground who looked like a skinhead, and a black family scurried past me and away.... as the little girl who took up the rear kept looking back with guarded curiosity. The guy followed and ended up next to my car, cell phone out. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I mentally verified my doors were locked and stayed put.
He went back to the playground. What is it about ne'er-do-wells, that they love children's parks? I got out of my car and walked home, past another black family that was leaving and one of the little girls was saying that 'they' (the group in the park) were throwing rocks at them and at the cars. I came in and got Meander.
Things seemed a bit more quiet as I passed, but on my way back a black man was walking away and saying over his shoulder to the skinhead that he meant no disrespect. The skinhead was following, coming my way with a friend who had an unleashed dog that looked to be part Pit. We crossed the street and in lightening speed came home.
Since then it's been constant yelling, cars coming and going down the dead end. The last car pulled into an empty spot and they (skinhead and his friends) pulled out one of those kids bikes from the back and began riding it. They look like idiots on those things.. but I digress. Right about then my 911 call went out over the air, and POOF, they were gone. And I mean gone.
So, they had a scanner as well.... which isn't odd.
It's all of fifty degrees out with an annoyingly cold breeze. What in Hell will summer with ninety degree temps bring?
I won't have to know.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Ducks blown off their feet by the wind
The conversation I hear in my head with this video. I haven't laughed out loud in a while.....
'The Ocean Dreams' and so do I.....
I heard this on XM today and it touched me. The video photos are beautiful and remind me of the wonderful aquariums Keith put together in our house on Bittersweet and it ends with Jellies, one of my favorite creatures. But, just listening and letting your mind paint the pictures is better. Turn it up.
2002 (Pamela & Randy Copus) - The Ocean Dreams
2002 (Pamela & Randy Copus) - The Ocean Dreams
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Say a Prayer, Light a Candle, Kill a Chicken
Today I had the blood test that has me so worried. If you're a prayin' person, could you please send one up for me?
Ever grateful.
Ever grateful.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Kiyotoe
Email me. Apple won't let me email you my way (and isn't that odd?).
robin_vice@yahoo.com.
How glad I am to hear from you.
robin_vice@yahoo.com.
How glad I am to hear from you.
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