teenie weenie vs read-a-saurus

Meet Teenie Weenie the Appeteaser kin to Teenie Sardini.

Teenie Weenie is Abbey's most best friend forever and ever. She would marry Teenie Weenie if she could. She loves to rip his ears and feet off, and steal new Teenie Weenies from her stocking, and hide them in the closet, or in shoes, or nap with him- resting her chin on her weenie pillow.

Early Sunday morning there was an uproarious chorus from the living room, and the hall, and the pink bedroom and lots of click click-clop clop-scratch-sliiiiide (kitty nails tearing up and down the hall). Now this is somewhat common. Some evenings or early mornings, we hear a glottal call from Abbey and then she appears with a "mouse" in the bedroom. This morning, this we knew. It was a call for Teenie Weenie.

ME IS READ-A-SAURUS!! ROAR!!!!

Sigh. Brain. Dead. No. Workie.

In review- Galeno is great. I do wish I was pleasure reading though- when someone is making me do it, I get a little definant. (personality flaw) If you love history or Latin American culture this is fantastic. Triffels was also great- short and sweet and amazing that it was written (gasp published!) in 1916 by a woman! If you care to read it- click here or want to know about Ms. Susan Glaspell. I also forgot to say that we read Octavio Paz's Mexico and the United States- this is an interesting look at the way Mexico has treated their Native Americans vs us.

This week...

Machinal- Sophie Treadwell

Faces and Masks- Galeano

Part 2 of the trillogy

Absalon and Achitophel, Alexander's Feast, Ann Killgrew, A Song for St. Cecelia's Day Ode- Dreyden

Poetry of Ann Finch

Cooper's Hill- Sir John Denham

A Serious Proposal to the Ladies for the Advancement of their True and Greatest Interest, By a Lover of her Sex- Mary Astell

The Essay on Man- Alexander Pope

I keep trying to think of myself as the Cookie Monster's cousin- Literature Monster. Reading! yum yum yum yum yum

every string has an end

Dearest MeeMaw has gone home.

No words seem right except for her own:

"Every string has an end. We are fearfully and wonderfully made but not made to last for ever."

-Frances Lewis Bivins September 2010

waiting

A year ago I was just bouncing along, unaware of the life changers ahead.
MeeMaw’s birthday was a happy celebration.
I was healthy and took sight for granted
David and I had “our time”
My greatest concern was a woman asking me if I was pregnant when I was just fat.

And today we have hit the skid.
And spin in full, disorienting, fierce whirling.

The family waits for MeeMaw’s time, which is very close.
My sweet mother in law is ill and the family is making difficult choices about her care. Next week David and I will be her sole caregivers.
Did I mention I am reading 1000 pages a week?

I am overcome.




Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary. Isaiah 40:31

Trying to let these words sink in.

hydroplane

you do not see it coming
the black ice or blackened puddle

if you did
you would surely avoid it

what makes the skid jolting?
you did not know it existed

but there you are
dancing
together.

21

So the weekend was a bust. I had great intentions but well life got in the way. It is in fact still Christmas in my house. Maybe I will get it put up by Easter. And the chair is waiting patiently to be finished. Fun will have to wait because...


Tuesday I started classes again. I have 21 books for 3 classes. That is a clear indication of the amount that I will be reading over the next four months.


This week:


Genesis- Eduardo Galeano
So far this is fascinating. Galeano has gathered mythology and other tales as told by Latin American Indians. (I now know why women have a menses)



Diary of Samuel Pepys
Ok. I don't like British Lit I don't like British Lit I don't like British Lit. There. I won't complain about it anymore this semester.
I haven't started this, but I'm hoping there is a steamy passage about 7 min in heaven?!


Selected Rochester Poems
Haven't gotten to this yet either... I'm procrastinating. I've read that he swears quite a bit and well that is a tad bit cool. Although they are probably bland English cuss words like "bloody."


Trifles-Susan Glaspell
American (female!) playwright. Mystery. Excited to read this one.


So amidst the aforementioned "life" I will be reading, a lot, all the time, and quickly.

slide down my rainbow slide

It is my last free weekend.

Goodbye TV -- hello literature... lots and lots of litterature. The book count is up to 9 so far. I'll just say it, I'm insane. I already know this. But I'm also ambitious. Dangerous mix.

Being that this is my final weekend I'm going to blow it up.

De-Christmas the house
Finish Chair -paint chair legs

Pie in the Sky
Russ Pitman
Gingerman

The short list. Who knows what else I will do. The world is my playground, at least for 3 more days.

doing

I function on emotion.

I am a Cancer (if you believe in that stuff). When I have to deal with something emotionally huge I power down, get stuck in the mud, and usually take up permanent residence in my bed with kitties.

But I have been trying to stay busy and do everything to keep my mind thinking and not thinking about the deluge of sad stuff.

Shag

Meet the chair.

Are you thinking "Is that green shag?" Yes, yes it is. But not anymore. Mom and I are working on recovering the chair. I found a BARGAIN at High Fashion Fabrics in the remnant bin, 6 yards -- $45. Awesome.

Tweeter

I've been hard at work on creating an EMPIRE for RBC. As I mentioned before David and I are working on social media and a web redesign. So that keeps me project focused.

Prospecting

Luckily I have been very busy at my real job also. I do like my work, if I was still at my old position I know I would be miserable. I even had a coworker tell my boss I was an "amazing detective." (Which is a huge complement in my line of work)

The Road

Me and Abbey were jammin' to Abbey Road last night. I love how that one album can make me happy again. I love how Abbs loves that album too- we both melo out.

And with that, I am back to work. Working on working through the loss of an astounding woman and beautiful soul.

there's a hole in my bucket

Simply put

I am overwhelmed.

I keep waiting for something positive to blog about, but never seem to get there. Our hearts are heavy. I've been working non-stop just to try and keep my mind busy with other things. Been working hard at work, coming home and working hard for RBC. David was ill last week and spent the week taking care of him, because at least then the sad things would stay a little deeper, tucked away.

But they come out. As much as I try I can not keep them far enough away because it is close. I am overcome with how close and do not want to watch her go.

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