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So Much Work and So What?

the summer is two thirds over and I haven’t done anything I thought I’d do! There’s the sky lite to repair and the bathroom ceiling to re drywall and the yard to clean and the garage to straigthen…etc. In my defense, the weather has been brutal. Work, actual work has been hard, and the heat has been oppressive. I get home and I’m totally wiped out. all I usually manage to do is eat and go to bed. And it all doesn’t make any difference anyway because no one cares if the house is clean but me.
My niece, Julie, is biking across the northern half of the country. She was in St. Paul, Minnesota the day after the bridge collasped. In her blog she said she wanted to come home one day…that she missed her dog and her sisters, but she talked herself out of quiting. Good for her! Personally I wouldn’t have lasted the first day. I like my creature comforts too much.
My brother’s high school friend, John Stebla, is visiting. He and Mike drove to Indiana for the class of 62′s reunion. Mike called this morning and says they will probably be coming home early because there isn’t anything to do there. Obviously he misses his computer and his creature comforts, too. I’m looking forward to spending some time with John when they return. John and I used to date when I was in high school. We went to a winter dance together and as I remember we had a good time. I don’t remember if he was much of a dancer though. Probably not. Nobody I have ever dated was much of a dancer except for Fred Woolf who I danced with when I was in seven grade. Now he was smooth. Unfortunately he moved away the next year and we never danced again. I actually think of him often though I couldn’t describe what he looked like if my life depended upon it.
The latest Harry Potter movie was awesome. Unfortunately I wanted more in regards to the last book. Of course Snape had to die…but I think Rowlands chickened out by killing Fred. He was not really what I considered a big character in the seven books, now was he. I think killing Dobby was kind of sleazy, too. But I was glad Kreacher’s change of heart and attitude was great. What happened to the sword? What plan does Harry come up with to keep it from the goblin after the fact? Why does Hogwart’s have to go back to having the same four houses? Why can’t all the students be united, what’s with these divisions, anyhow? Now that the dark lord is dead aren’t we sure that Slithering House will produce yet another evil wizard? Maybe scorpius! I want a thestral, by the way.

Memorial Day

Yeah, that’s right…today is really Memorial Day as I understood it to be…This strange, oh, let’s celebrate it on a Monday so people can have three day weekends, sucks. Where is it written that we have to cowtow to the powers that be and celebrate a traditional holiday on the last Monday in May. Memorial Day should now be celebrated everyday now that we have soldiers, sailors, marines, and air force guys dying everyday for a stupid war, started by a stupid president, funded by stupid congressmen and senators. I believe that ridding the world of the Taliban was and is a serious mission, one that I will support for the rest of my life. These people truly are evil as is anyone who runs around denying women the opportunity to be educated and destroys works of art that are centuries old. Religion is a source of great trauma to humankind. It has never been anything but oppressive. Patriarchy needs religion to maintain control of the masses. There is now a museum that has dinosuars interacting with human at some gd religious center in the south. What are these people thinking? Well, as Forest Gump says, STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES. These people are just as bad as the gd Taliban and they exist in the country I live in…shouldn’t we all be scared? And then we had the wonderfully Christian fellow who brought a bomb to Falwell’s funeral to use against protestors. Isn’t there a shot or a treatment or a bullet that will get rid of these idiots before they take over the world? Of course, he was arrested, but we all know there are ten more to step into his shoes at a moments notice. My friend, Edie, has a holier than thou step son living with her this summer, maybe longer. He literally believes everything written in the Bible is true. Hell, if you believe everything written in the Bible is true than we women would be beaten everyday and be seen as unclean when we menstrate. Jesus needs to come back…really…he needs to come back and beat some jerks over the head with a stick…a big stick.

Well, enough of my rant, but it’s Memorial Day and young men and women are dying everyday for a stupid war…started by a stupid man.

KILL BILL

Without a doubt one of the strangest, coolist, improbable movies of the new millenium. Beatrix Kiddo (Uma Thurman), a very experienced born killer, annihilates everyone in her path to get back at Bill (David Carradine) who as he says…overreacts… to finding she’s going to marry someone else. They have unfinished business and she preforms the ‘five point palm exploding heart’ technique. The music is way cool. Carradine adjusts his jacket, turns and walks five feet and collaspes. Uma drives away in her Robin Egg Blue Carma Gia. Moral of the story…don’t mess with a pregnant woman who wants to change her way of life, especially if she’s a train assassin. Thank god I was never pregnant or a trained assassin…but I’d certainly like to change my life.

Today I shampooed the rugs. What a useless, sweaty, shitty way to use up a Sunday. They do look better and maybe the stink has been removed from the house. Everyday for the next month I am going to spend one to two hours cleaning something because it MUST be done. I wish mom had some energy to do something besides knit…like clean her closet… Tomorrow I’m going to go purchase some already grown flowers and put them in the area I prepared last weekend. Most of the flowers I tried to grow, died. So much for a green thumb.

I just finished a book called The Wild Trees. It’s about the giant redwoods in California that grow to just short of 400 feet. Some of them are believed to be over two thousand years old. In 1918 a group of wealthy people ( and some concerned citizens) started purchasing tracks of land to save these trees..even so over 96 percent of these beautiful trees were harvested by logging companies (the almighty buck rules, you know). Before I die I will go see these trees though I’m way to old to climb them now. I want to see a fairy ring which is a group of trees growing from the left trunk of a downed tree. The new trunks are clones of the original tree and from what I gather from this book they are a sight to behold. It’s not a very well constructed book from my point of view..but you catch excitement from reading it.

My next reading assignment is Death by Black Hole by Neil DeGrasse Tyson. On and off I’m reading the God Delusion, too, by Richard Dawkins.

Well, I haven’t gotten any comments from any of my blogs and I can only assume all my friends are dead or dying or simply not computer savvy. Which one are you?

Bottle of Wine, Fruit of the Vine

Today, Edie and I, did a mini-wine tour. I purchased five bottles, she purchased three. The weather was crappy, as usual, and Edie tried to walk but her knee was hurting her. Now I’m not a big wine drinker, but there are a couple of wines from a couple of wineries that are simply delicious. One is Blanc de Blanc…a white bubbly that is better than most white champaigns. Edie bought three bottles and I choose to buy one called Spumante Blush. When we were much younger, dad would purchase an Italian spumante that we’d have on special occasions. On my twenty-fifth birthday I was fortunate enough to be in Italy where my cousins bottled their own sparkling champaign. This blush reminds me of theirs. Hopefully I won’t get as drunk as I did that day. Alas, I have no one to share the bounty of the vine with these days so I have to wait for very special occasions, like birthdays and such. My sister and brother-in-law’s wedding anniversary is coming up and I’m going to bring a few of these buys with me when we celebrate their thirty-fifth. Enjoying a glass of wine with family is a special treat. Once in a while Edie and I indulge, too, although she likes very dry reds and I’m a semi-sweet kind of girl. I doubt I’ll imbib this evening, but it’s something to look forward to. And when I do, I’ll lift a glass to you. Have a great evening.