A post during nablopomo 06 has been taken down.
A post during nablopomo 06 has been taken down.
In the Bean’s preschool, when they were discussing Farms (it is F week in school) the teacher asked what happened on farms and where food came from. There were the predictable answers like chocolate milk from chocolate cows and the correct ones like you grow food on farms.
Then the Beans: I want to have a camel farm and I will have lots of camels. And the camels will give me lemons. Yes, lemons come from camels.
Bwa ha ha.
I asked her about this later and she said she wanted to be really silly and have a better story than food on a farm.
I’d like to say I hate November. But I don’t. November is a beautiful time. Right after Halloween, oh the best day of the year. It’s fall. Too many leaves but tending towards crisp (when it isn’t in the 80s thanks to global warming, hey did you think I’d entirely remove politics from this post?)and magical.
But in November 1982 my father died. In November 2003 my beloved kitty died. Both too young. Offended by the juxtaposition. Well then, I invite you to stop reading now.
I miss my father. I will always miss my father. He wasn’t around for a lot of things he should have been around for. As an aside, I feel very lucky to have J, because he loves his daughter and understands what his presence means, something I’m not sure my dad ever did.
Don’t get me wrong. He was pretty neat in many ways. I could tell he loved me. I loved how he smelled like woodsmoke, cigarettes and dad. He had the most beautiful voice and would sing Spanish and Louis Prima songs and brush my tangled hair so it never pulled. I still have the brown courderoy coat (very emo now)my sister and I bought for him from sears with our allowances. I think it still smells like him even after all these years.
We had our problems. The way all parents and children do. Some were worse, some not so bad. He was a Republican, I was (and still am) a Democrat. He thought I needed to calm down and I wanted to be punk rock. I always knew he was proud of me though. I wish he hadn’t missed so much. He was there for my first makeout session and busted that boy but good. He went to my baseball games before that. But he didn’t make it my high school, college or master’s graduation.
He wasn’t there to talk me out of my first marriage or approve of my second.
Or to see the Bean. I will always miss what was and what could have been. I know he would have loved her and called her a ‘pistol,’ a high complement from my southern gentleman dad. I like to think he would have taken her to his garden to plant baby carrots and given her first taste just like he did me. And let his manly hunting dog have a tea party with her too. I will always wish that just once she could have felt his arms around her.
And Mr. Newg? Well he was one of the best kitties you could ever imagine. He loved everyone and was a wee little goofy lapcat. He always found me when I cried and never let a day go by without a good rousing snuggle. He was patient with children, especially ours and even more patient with those who disliked cats. Invariably they’d say “I don’t like cats, but that one is ok.” He was easily the best natured, sweetest soul I’ve ever met. He would get so excited to see you, he’d start rolling around and fall off whatever he was on. I found him on next to a Dusty Donut shop full of er, ladies of the evening in the Tenderloin in 1988 and held him close as he left us after 15 years of perfect kindness and love. He’s over my heart to remind me to find the joy in even the darkest times. He’s still my loving court jester and I know I’ll never meet another like him.
Good guys both, I miss them and I always will.
This post was edited on the 12th, but written on the 11th)
I just realized I do politics like other people do sports. I’ve been watching different versions of the same press conferences and speeches. Flipping channels like a crazed hog fan. I’m all over the web reading various interpretations and predictions and staying up too late increasing the information overload.
I called people all over the place yelping with glee about the outcome. It’s almost embarrassing how rabid I am about this
This from a reuters story on the elections:
“But it also gets us to a point: Democrats have spent a lot of time complaining about what the president has done. This is an opportunity for them to kind of stand up,” Snow said.
Way to extend that bipartisan handshake assholes.
Here’s hoping the recounts in Virginia and Montana go to the democrats. And then here’s hoping Impeachment is put back on the table. Seriously, what is that about? Why hasn’t Bush been impeached? He lied about Iraq and he tapped phones without warrants and that isn’t even all of the laws he’s broken.
I fell asleep watching MSNBC (I LOVE LOVE LOVE Keith Oberman) and had weird political dreams. Somehow Nancy Pelosi removed Bush’ skin mask and a BEM was underneath a la Dr. Who. Ahem.
And Arkansas now has a Democrat for a govenor for the first time in 16 years!
I think things are about to get better. I hope the Dems figure out how to bring jobs back to the US and get everyone home from Iraq we’ll be in excellent shape.
Just can’t turn on the election news. I’ve always been interested in politics and knew they were significant, but I haven’t been scared before. I was angry with Reagan and bothered with Bush senior. Now I’m angry and scared. When does it get scary? I guess when you figure out that it is your future, your child’s future this idiot has squandered. So I’ve avoided the news online and off until just now and that isn’t going to last long. The feeling is like drinking too much coffee and going to a really scary movie.
I wrote this at the Bean’s dance class tonight. I’m not sure if she’ll be at this dance school next year. On the one hand she loves her teachers (that is part familiarity and part they are nice people) but on the other this isn’t the kind of dance school I’m used to. I went to two really strict schools and I don’t see anyone doing any barre exercises or actual ballet steps. It’s very important that she has fun and that she enjoys her dance class, but I think the discipline and grace should be part of it. Or maybe she’ll just giggle away her time there and start kung fu next year and that’s where the discipline and grace will come in.
I’m so tired again tonight but it is mostly a good tired. I went back to the gym and then did three hours of yard work. Note to self: mature landscaping means a metric TON of leaves. Not once, not twice but at least three times during the fall. I need to get a bit better with the leaf blower, I looked like a mud and leaf sculpture by the time I finished.
Well, before this turns into what I had for lunch today (pad thai tofu bowl by the way) I think I’ll give ninny her insulin shot and think about avoiding the election coverage.Or maybe not.