Deja Vu all over again.

EDIT:  Oh, and by the way?  Today is supposed to be the hottest day of the summer.  If I leave my cats in that apartment, it's tantamount to animal abuse.

Remember this? No, this isn't a "looking back over the past year" post.



This is a goddamnedmotherfuckingpissed post.



This is a "You'll be lucky if I give you a week you fucking arselord" post.



This is a "I'm going to kill someone with my bare hands" post.









This is a "My fucking used air conditioning unit added to my heat pump last year died yesterday." post.



I can't find one icon that says it for me. So I am using six.


Well at least I have my Siamese cat now.

My favorite show tune

Bluesgirly put this bug in my ear.

The Sadder But Wiser Girl For Me
From "The Music Man"

No wide-eyed, eager,
Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me.
That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever--
Listen, boy--
A girl who trades on all that purity
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security.
The only affirmative she will file
Refers to marching down the aisle.
No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess--
No sir!
For no Diana do I play faun.
I can tell you that right now.
I snarl, I hiss: How can ignorance be compared to bliss?
I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is.
I cheer, I rave for the virtue I'm too late to save
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.
No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby
Not for me.
That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew.
I prefer to take a chance on a more adult romance.
No dewy young miss
Who keeps resisting all the time she keeps insisting!
No wide-eyed, wholesome innocent female.
No sir.
Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish you see?--PLOP!
I flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by
I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in.
I hope, and I pray, for a Hester to win just one more "A"
The sadder-but-wiser girl's the girl for me.
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.

Okay, so.

So I watched the Republican Convention last night. Kinda had to, because we stayed at Brent's (where it was COOL!) and he's a hard-headed Republican.  I have not decided how I'm going to vote, thus I remain an Independent, and I watched some of the Democratic Convention too.  I don't feel I heard enough, but I don't feel I'm biased either.

I was amused by the many photo opportunities that the Palin and McCain families offered last night during various speeches.  It seemed a bit choreographed, although simultaneously appearing very casual and friendly.  Willow is a lovely girl, of course Cindy McCain is many a man's naughty fantasy, and Piper is cute as a button. And very friendly! Wondered all evening just who she was waving to.  Todd is handsome, and all of them chatted quite a bit.

At any rate, Willow fed Trig a bottle while listening to someone speak.  He slept of course through most of the festivities, and I think I saw Todd hold him once.  What gave me a cynical smile was when Cindy McCain held him for a while.  I found that staged for some reason.  I guess that's just the bitchy side of me.

I see this morning that Cindy McCain and I have some political beliefs in common.  And Sarah Palin and I share one opinion as well.  If you're pro-life, then I don't think it's okay to kill a baby if the mother's life is threatened, or in cases of rape. 

I'm going to state here and now that I am PRO CHOICE. No question about it, no qualms, no quibbling.  I could never choose to abort a baby.  I could never encourage a friend or family member to do so.  I do not think it is "right".  But by God the procedure should be available to the general public.  I am not going to make that choice for anyone, and I am not going to treat anyone differently if they do make that choice.  That's what PRO CHOICE is all about!  It's not about killing babies.  It's about maybe not agreeing, but giving someone else a chance to make their own choice.  CHOICE CHOICE CHOICE.    Dammit, it's a philosophy.   And I have it.

You can agree or disagree.  I don't care, and I'm not gonna pound you for it.  But you'd damned well better not pound me either.  I'll spork ya.

Wow. This is exactly how I feel sometimes.

"And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us."

~Kahlil Gibran in "The Madman His Parables and Poems"

(no subject)

Another in the style of The Spoon River Anthology.  Brent suggested this one, and it's taken me quite a while to write it. Once I started googling, the words became clear.

 

In Memory of Elizabeth Reed

1845-1935

 

My name is Elizabeth Reed

Has been and always will be

In some form or another

I have been Esther

And Sarah and Carrie

I am a doctor

An author – a storyteller

A Teacher of teachers

A reverend deaconess

But merely a vessel.

I have gained such knowledge in my lives

Of blood, of brain,

Of Hindu and Persian tale

Of Chinese lore.

In 1845 they called me Betsey

When I was married to an evil man in Crawford County.

I sang on the way to my hanging

The first and only woman to swing

In Illinois, because I served my evil man

Sassafras tea, with a little arsenic.

 

Last time Dickey Betts merely called me Elizabeth Reed.

A fine Georgia woman, beloved and remembered,

Honored in soaring music, which I hear from time to time

AsRose Hill is blanketed with the beautiful strains

Of the tune that bears my name.

You see they laid Duane here in seventy-one

And Berry in seventy-two.

Now a tall, hard man wanders the rows

And as he nears them

A glorious golden thread fills the ether-world

Spidering toward every source of music within range

Spirits rise, join in

And the web vibrates

With the music of their souls.

Sometimes I wonder if the tall man can hear it

But mostly I just lie here

And bask in the glow of recognition.

Waiting for the next

Elizabeth Reed.