despite the fact that i don't personally recognize "holidays" that stress commercialized sentiments we should be expressing every day of the year, i'd be doing my southern roots a disservice if i didn't return certain courtesies. with that being said:
to everyone who has done a blanket mother's day blog or sent me a personal mother's day greeting...
and to all the mothers who pass by this blog or are connected to me in one virtual fashion or another...
and now that i've said all that... who wants to sign my petition to recognize every day as mother's day... as well as father's day, grandparent's day, etc. etc., cause we don't stop being who we are after the curtains close, the footlights go down, and the greeting card companies move onto the next popular "holy day" on the calendar.
blessed be...
idadi
the day after my purse was stolen adah's phone bit the dust after having been drop one time too many (i swear, razors are the most slap together phones i have ever seen in my life... what are they made with, cardboard and double sided tape?), and yesterday the stbe made good on his promise to replace it. since the landpeople don't want him to set foot on their property behind the whole purse incident, supermom had to put on her cap and drive an ailing bella into the city which has lost its luster. *sigh* of course saburo was excited because he's really been missing his daddy, and adah was ecstatic because she finally has her link to the free world. but me... man, i could have had a v8.
but at least the kids were pleased, and i got a red stripe out of the deal... so happy mother's day to me, eh?
blessed be...
idadi
see... that's what i get for knewing and figuring stuff, because as it turns out, saburo placed the furry bandit banquet bag in the paper stuff can, instead of the food stuff can which has locking lids. *smdh* so at three fifteen in the morning there i was... standing outside with a broom and new trash bags, digging through the icky mess in order to clean it up and place it in the proper receptacle before the landpeople witness the scene. hearing LLW's admonishing mini-lecture about how she told me to make sure food stuff went in the lidded cans and paper stuff goes in the unlidded can was the last thing i needed in life. *rolls eyes*
ao, you're welcome senor or senora raccoon. i'm sure you found something within the bag's confines which sated your late night , fourth meal craving, and stopped you from having to trek all the way cross town for a meximelt, a large pepsi, and a warm bag of cinnamon twists. won't have the same luck again though, cause the francis family trash cans are going out of business as of this night. i suggest you start getting your plans together now for that future run for the border the next time you're leaving club coon and just gotta grab a snack.
blessed be...
idadi
cruise on over if you like.. link to it too if you want. or not... i'm not picky. *smile*
and now... i gotta hit the streets in search of sustenance.
blessed be...
idadi
more hair pics... cause i'm officially overly fascinated with my progress *smile*:
if you use this pic as a starting point...
now who said kinky/coiled hair doesn't grow "fast"?
that last pic is the spitting image of what my mom looked like during the 70's... 'cept she had a chubbier face with more boobage. but she looked just as evil. *lol*
i'm gaining more confidence each day with wearing it unwrapped... you know, unburdening myself from up under all the stigmas associated with kinky/coiled/nappy hair. but i have been amazed with every step in the process of rediscovering my natural hair. ironically, my fears about sporting a brillo pad atop my head were allayed by the fact that although my hair is thick as all get out, it is not as tightly coiled as i once believed.
one day i'll do a post about the process and my products of choice... as soon as i can keep my hands out of it long enough to focus. *lol*
there is such a delicious glory to five o'clock on a brand new spring morning from the plateau of my front porch. the cool breeze blended easily with the symphony of native bird songs, lifting the odd leaf and causing branches to sway as if dancing. settling into one of the resin porch chairs with journal in hand, a delectable shiver encouraged a smile as it occurred to me that this morning was the first time i've been able to take advantage of the splendor and stillness my porch offers at such early hours. there's no traffic buzz, most of the neighbourhood is still sleeping so the hum from the power lines is low. it was just me, the birds, and the breeze. *sigh*
i wrote and watched for about a half hour, noting how the bird's seemed to quiet and become distant as the morning became brighter. it was like listening for kernels in a bag of microwave popcorn to slow in activity when it's close to being done. when the orchestra of fauna calmed to maybe just a few calls from further down the ravine, i knew it was time to end my self-imposed retreat and get on with life. but i remain grateful for the pause... the time to breathe and just be, and vow to make space in the mornings i have left here for such a wondrous and stabilizing reprieve.
once inside, the alter was returned to its resting place, the kona began to brew, and the children began to stir. in short, life began, but not with the same heaviness or urgency i'd grown accustomed to. isn't it amazing what just thirty minutes alone with nature can do?
the rest of my wednesday will be filled with leisure activity: reading, writing, humming happily to myself. no walk today since rain is in the forecast, but i do plan to squeeze a bit more inner city poachin' in throughout my morning and early afternoon.
here's wishing you the best peak of the week you can personally create!
blessed be...
idadi
Below is a list of the 106 books most likely to languish, unread, on the bookshelves of people who only want to seem cultured and well-read. If you want to play along:
bold the titles you've read on your own,
underline the ones you had to read for school,
italicize the ones you started but didn't finish,
bold and italicize the ones you hated,
bold and underline those you'd recommend
strike through those you'd like to/plan to read
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights (saw the movie)
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Ulyssess
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Iliand
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods (best.book.EVER!!!)
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged Reading
Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books
Memoirs of a Geisha (saw the movie... BAH!)
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange (saw the movie)
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath (rented the movie... fell asleep on it *pout*)
The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
1984
Angels & Demons (own but haven't read yet)
The Inferno (own and "kinda" reading now)
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility (saw the movie)
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Oliver Twist (saw it on wishbone... whut?)
Gulliver's Travels
Les Misérables (saw the movie)
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
A People's History of the United States: 1492-present
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir (AND saw the movie... ha ha!)
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere (i'd read a blank cereal box if neil gaiman's name was on it!)
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved (same deal as AA)
Slaughterhouse Five
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics: a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down (started for school and never finished)
Gravity's Rainbow
The Hobbit (same deal as WSD... i hated reading for school)
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers
and although there were no tagging requirements, i'm tagging omavindoto, the book whore, to see just how many of these he's actually read... cause i know i've seen a couple of these on his bookshelf. *lol*
this is the song that was playing in my head when my eyes popped open this morning. yesterday it was three little birds. evidentially, my spirit's trying to send me a message that all is well, no matter what the bad ol' high anxiety monster is trying to convince me of. woke up very light this morning. yesterday morning... not so much. *sigh* but that was yesterday, right?
on tap for this tuesday? well, the only thing pressing on the agenda at the moment is my follow-up date with dr. benedict (i swear i have been courted by more doctors in the past month than in my whole life... i'd feel real special if i didn't have to "pay" them for it *lol*). after that, my day is pretty free and clear. i've got a couple of books to read and poems to write, so i may spend a nice chunk of time on my porch with some sweet tea, a pen and my journal. the high is forecast to be seventy-four so once the kiddies come home we may embark on a walk to highland park.
presently, i'm sitting here having a personal 80's dance party morning, with a cup of freshly pressed kona and my own good vibes. my rendezvous with dentistry isn't until 10:45, so after magic school bus duty i may come home and meditate, which i have been "neglecting" to do for a while now. with everything that's been going i just haven't been able to get "still" enough, ya know. but bump all that now. even if i just sit here with my eyes closed listening to the twitter timeline that scrolls in my head, i WILL be putting myself on a much needed twenty minute time out.
aiight good peoples, it's time for me to hit the road and deliver the mini-me's to their respective imagination prisons (although their much less so here than in michigan). i hope for you all the best of tuesday, by your own design.
blessed be...
idadi
sat in the big chair with the lights glaring and the flipping lens thingie, repeating the words "better/worse" like i was a scratched cd. got some freaky eye dye drops that made it look like i was crying iodine, then had my eye "poked" at with what appeared to be a glowing neon blue plastic alien probe thing (apparently it takes the place of the air puff in eye machine, which i hate... yeah, i haven't been to the optometrist in eons). after looking left, looking right, squinting, crossing, and doing what felt like the eye equivalent of dropping down and giving him twenty, dr. marra pronounced my eyes in perfect health and in the same prescriptive condition as they were ten years ago (20/20 with the sexy specs... blind as a geriatric fruit bat without them - okay, not quite that bad, but anything beyond four feet and my reception starts going out *lol*).
after her eye olympic trials, we found out that adah's eyes have gotten worse since he last exam, so will be needing a new script ASAP. it's funny, because when dr. marra delivered the news, adah looked at me as if to question the doctor's diagnosis. i can remember doing the exact same thing when i first got my glasses at six. *lol*
doc marra asked if i was interested in contacts to which i answered, "nuh uh." been there and done that when i was young and trying to look all cute and what not. the way i see it, if the goddess didn't want me to wear glasses, she would have given me better vision to begin with. *lol* adah, on the other hand, is going to try her luck with her first pair on the 20th to see how much she likes it. i might change my mind a little later, since it's only $40 for a fitting and a month's supply. we'll see.
all in all, aside from the buckeye thing, dr. marra is major hecka cool just like the rest of my health team. i sure hate i had to wait twenty-odd years for doctors like this only to have to move again. and i bet when i get where i'm going i'm going to have doctor evilene or doctor heat miser or some ish. BOOOOOOOOOO!
so my medical and optical rounds are complete, and after tomorrow i'll be all set up orally... so i'm good to go for at least another year. WOOOO! bitch of that is, now that i'm all up to par health wise, bella seems to be taking a turn for the worse and is losing her power steering capacities. *pout* stoopid fourteen year old ford products. BAH!
blessed be...
idadi
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