Sunday, June 26, 2016

The Truth

Sol Lewitt
Cleaning out the basement over the course of this summer.  Little by little.  Slow and steady wins the race.  We have put 4 large items out at the end of the driveway and random citizens have taken three away.  When we see an item has been taken by a random citizen, we feel a sense of elation almost akin to getting gifts on Christmas morning.  I veritably want to dance a jig.  So far, random citizens have taken an old cruddy bicycle, a weed whacker that worked fine but we found annoying for some reason and a double adirondack chair with a broken armrest. We did have one item that no one wanted, so we drove it to Goodwill ourselves.  It was an old dresser that Husbandman paid 5$ for in New York when he moved there to be a grad student.  Husbandman is still shocked that no one wanted the dresser.  "It was the best thing we put out there," he pondered.  I'm not sure I agree with Husbandman about the relative quality of the dresser, but I do believe another old adage has evolved into truth, right in front of our very eyes and that gendered adage is this: "One man's trash is another man's treasure."  There's really no way this can be disproven at this point.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

The Departure

#1 Son leaves for Europe tomorrow.  I took a trip to Europe when I was 17 with my friend Cathleen.  We backpacked around and visited 5 countries.  We had a Let's Go Europe book that helped us find hostels, restaurants and fun activities.  I bought the latest Let's Go for #1 Son.  He hasn't had a chance to look at it yet.  I also found a neck wallet for his passport and I bought him some organizer packing cubes for his socks and underwear.  I wonder if he'll use those.  I wish I could go to Europe with #1 Son.  But this is not to be.  He's going off for a month and I'll stay behind. I hope this won't be too tough on #1 Son. I hope he'll be able to cope.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

The Zoo

Big news at the Indy Zoo.  The polar bear is moving to Detroit.  We've got a rare opportunity right now to transform the polar bear exhibit into a guinea pig exhibit.  I've been dreaming about a guinea pig zoo for years.  The whole zoo would be nothing but guinea pigs.  Imagine guinea pigs in different settings, doing different things.  Come to find out, guinea pigs like to swim, so the polar bear exhibit would be perfect for them and a great start on converting the entire zoo into the first Midwestern Guinea Pig Center. Innovative?  Yes, I believe so.

Monday, June 20, 2016

The Facts

Tonight will be a full moon and this moon is called strawberry moon.  Native Americans gave nicknames to all the full moons.  June's full moon is strawberry moon because strawberry season is gearing up right about now.  There have been other nicknames for this full moon.  Hot Moon because of the weather.  Honey Moon because of all the June weddings.  I think I like Strawberry Moon the best.  There's a sweetness coming around and I may try to make one of my famous strawberry short cakes some time soon.  I've made 2 of those and both were quite good.  Or I may look around for someone else to make a strawberry short cake for me because I'm kind of busy right now.
In either case, I'm extremely excited about this summer solstice strawberry moon.  So much promise and potential coming round the bend. Look up tonight. Find the full moon and  claim it as your own. Give it a name if you feel like it.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

The Bagel

Pamela Butler


I finished M Train by Patti Smith yesterday.  I didn't want to finish it.  I wanted to keep reading it for the rest of my life. That's just not how things worked out this time.

I've been working at various coffee shops in the afternoons.  Coffee shops provide some good distractions when my focus gets to wandering.  Yesterday I overheard a woman talking about her mother.  Her mother was a Rosie the Riveter.  A small woman, 5 foot 2 and 100 pounds soaking wet, she could slip into small ship spaces for purposes of riveting.  I wish I could spend some time riveting.  I need the proper tools.

At the coffee shop, there are cakes for sale.  Every day I think of buying a large round cake.  I can clear a refrigerator shelf and keep it there.  Any time anyone wants a slice of cake they can come over and eat some.  While I was eyeing the cakes yesterday, a little girl eating a blueberry bagel asked me, "Do you want a cake?"
     "I do, but I'm just going to order some coffee instead."
      "You can get coffee over there," she pointed to the carafes on the counter.
      "I want a different kind of coffee," I told her and then I ordered my second latte. The little girl lost interest in me and walked away.

     


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The Poltergeist


Awhile back we hired an electrician.  He came to our house and climbed up on his ladder.  Then he fell and his leg broke.  He returned yesterday to finish the job.  He showed us his scar.  "Have you ever had any paranormal activity in your home? he asked.  "Because I felt like some type of poltergeist grabbed me and pulled me down off that ladder."

We haven't noticed any poltergeists per se, but the electrician's words haunt me.  I'm now remembering some weird things that have occurred here from time to time.  Case in point. Our television once floated up into the air while we were watching Game of Thrones, season 4, episode 2.  Just for a few minutes, and only about 5 feet up.

  Also, last summer I opened the freezer door for some ice to find two large rabbits in there, chewing on some carrots. They seemed comfortable enough and I wasn't sure what to do so I shut the freezer door.  When I opened it again the next day, they were gone.  Not sure these events could be considered paranormal, but they certainly were puzzling.  Now the electrician wears a harness when up on his ladder, so I think he'll be okay.  All's well that ends well.

Monday, June 13, 2016

The Freak




I just read a blurb about Voltaire in Daily Rituals.  He was a super productive writer who followed strict daily schedules and always met or exceeded his daily writing goals. We can all learn a lot from Voltaire.  Or, perhaps, we can ignore Voltaire completely, recognizing that he was probably a privileged freak show off who had no friends.  Down with Voltaire.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

The Lobster


If you want to see The Lobster, you should, but I feel obliged to tell you that I left this movie before it was over. I walked the short distance over to Kroger's and looked at various food products until Husbandman picked me up after the rolling of the credits. The first half was great---weird, funny, a bit disturbing.  Second half amped up the disturbing elements. Full disclosure:  I saw 3/4 of the film.

Later, back at home,  I read sundry reviews and come to find out, everyone loves The Lobster.  When I dislike a film that all the cool critics love, insecurity creeps in.  What am I not getting about this?  Why can't I be a more sophisticated critic?  The disconnect can put me in a bad mood.  I pulled out of my funk with some out door jazz and some wine and a cheese tray and some fireflies.

As I've already stated, I recommend that you see The Lobster if you want to, but at the very least have a cheese tray waiting for you when you leave the theater.  You might want to leave right when Colin Ferrell is told about the red kiss punishment forced upon characters who flirt or get cozy.  That's when it all started going downhill for this reviewer.   I did like the premise that characters must choose which animal they'd like to be turned into.  I think I would choose to be turned into an American Robin.