Wordsongs&images

Merry Christmas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTLdXb5XU8Y

Animation Anybody?

Well....I have started a new class at Eclectic Academy learning animation with DrEddie...WOOHOO

Lesson number 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJt2vurIHIk

And this one is confirmation of my dementia. It started out as a cuckoo clock to teach children to count. I don't think any kids should be watching this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PS8YAtqyYCQ

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You should have seen them....

at their wedding. A lovelier couple didn't exist. I don't know what has gone wrong...soooo wrong.

Oh my!

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***I am having this problem with dreams. I didn’t know it was a problem. Things I have accepted as my reality for decades…seem to have been dreams. Sometimes they came into reality with different players…sometimes the same ones. I can say quite emphatically that the memory where my motorcycle broke down and I climbed the rickety wooden steps to an apartment over a garage was NOT real. When I opened the door to the apartment I found Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward sitting at an old square table sipping coffee. It smelled delicious! Telling them my problem got the help I needed. Paul and Joanne very kindly fixed my bike for me and I went on my way. I know that one was a dream. Come on now….

***But the line between reality and fiction blurs a lot. For the last thirty years I have had this picture in my mind of a bald Rod Stewart at a piano fronting a band. I have always accepted this as his shaved head period. When I recently mentioned this to a friend I was informed with authority that Rod Stewart had NEVER shaved his head and appeared in public. OK, so maybe he did it behind closed doors for a while and really, sometimes his static hair does look like a wig. I am not ready to file this one away yet.

***OK…this one definitely was a dream. I was walking through the woods with a guy…following a distinct pathway to a clearing. In the middle of a good-sized area was a bed with sheets, pillows, and a comforter. OK…I definitely see sexual direction in this one. On the bed was a writhing pile of snakes in a moving tangle that could have struck fear in anyone watching an Indiana Jones movie. I turned to my paramour and said, “I suppose I have to clean this up?" Yes…that was definitely a dream.

***The scene is Los Angeles, the sixties. I had sex with the drummer from Wipeout in the bushes behind the Dean’s house at Occidental college. Now I am asking myself “Why in the bushes?” This was not a dream, but I really wish it was. What was I thinking?

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Here Iam...

About to put my face through a giant egg slicer...

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Happy Anniversary?

I know twenty years, by some measures, is a substantial passing of time. For yesterdays anniversary it was not. It has landed on me like a brick wall. The dust will settle in time and I will begin to see again with some clarity. It was a long, slow, very sudden suicide. Its been a blink of the eye twenty years. How much of the physical pain that I am feeling this morning is just an antidote for the emtional pain of a lifetime. The losses don't go away...they simply become obscured by the newest layers.

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On turning 60 and other annoyances...

I have a kitten that thinks everything I do requires his supervision and often his foot. He recently got fired from his self-appointed postiion as "Chef" Guppy. A quick acting paw overturned a bowl of Cheerios (dry) and he was canned. But he is still showing up for work daily. This morning he dumped the Melita filter of coffee grounds (dry).

At 1:00am Saturday, golf ball sized hail and rain sent me running to the chicken coop in my nightgown to put the chickens in their doghouse. At 4:00am the neighbors Oak Tree fell on the roof of my house. No Damage - what a miracle that was...

An early birthday present from Lora is a movie called BEFORE NIGHT FALLS in which Johnny Depp has two small parts. For one he is apprarently in drag and there is a rear shot of him in a thong. Oh my!. Haven't checked it out yet...but...SOON!

So TODAY IS THE DAY. I woke up and I am 60 years young/old. I did 80 math problems in my head to stimulate brain function and proceeded to fix Mom's breakfast. I moved the Cheerio bowl out of reach of the everpresent "Chef" Guppy...and sliced the bananas. Here is the result of my vastly impoved brain function.