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12.31.2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE !!!


OMG !!! It snuck up on me again!  I was trawling through the blog attempting to pick my favorite poem of 2012 (it's a tough choice this year, soooo many great poems) and low and behold  I saw:  DAVE'S BIRTHDAY, with a cool skateboarding cake, HERE.   Dave was learning how to skateboard much to the delight of his son who laughed every time Dave hit the pavement - OUCH! 

This year ???? Well Hello Handsome - check it out:


 In one year Dave has gone from being a Winslow Half-Marathoner
 to a full on ULTRA - Marathon Man!
Way to go Dave !!
 

I realize you are not a Nike fan .... and you carry more sensible stuff in your waist pack ....
and some guy named John attempted to takeover your cake ....
nevertheless

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE
of 
fame!


OOPS - HOW DID SHE GET IN HERE ???
(Just another fan of Dave's ;-)


Now I'm in a panic ..... did I miss it?  Is he a Christmas Eve baby ???? or even a Christmas Day tiny tot ????  I posted on the 30th last year, which.... hmmm ..... I've now missed by a couple of hours.  Alls I can say is:  HAPPY 42nd  BIRTHDAY DAVE !! (and PLEASE tell me which late December day it truly is :-)

((Big Hugs))
yer mule friend, Red
xxx

12.30.2012

favorite movie of 2012







I was an awkward Suzy looking for her Sam Shatusky.

"Warm, whimsical, and poignant,
the immaculately framed and beautifully acted Moonrise Kingdom
presents writer/director Wes Anderson
at his idiosyncratic best. "

xxx

12.28.2012

the marrying kind



I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They’ve experienced pain and bought jewelry.

~ Rita Rudner
via: Assorted
xxx

who are you ?


photo by Rodney Smith

“Self-knowledge leads to wonder, and wonder to curiosity and investigation, so that nothing interests people more than people, even if only one’s own person. Every intelligent individual wants to know what makes him tick, and yet is fascinated and frustrated by the fact that oneself is the most difficult of all things to know.

The people we are tempted to call clods and boors are just those who seem to find nothing fascinating in being human; their humanity is incomplete, for it has never astonished them. There is also something incomplete about those who find nothing fascinating in being. You may say that this is a philosopher’s professional prejudice - that people are defective who lack a sense of the metaphysical. But anyone who thinks at all must be a philosopher - a good one or a bad one - because it is impossible to think without premises, without basic (and in this sense, metaphysical) assumptions about what is sensible, what is the good life, what is beauty, and what is pleasure. To hold such assumptions, consciously or unconsciously, is to philosophize.

I find it almost impossible to imagine a sensitive human being bereft of metaphysical wonder; a person who does not have that marvelous urge to ask a question that cannot be formulated.”

~by Alan Watts
from The Book on The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

xxx

12.26.2012

christmas outtakes ....


I want to be where Santa arrives in a boat, 
the weather is balmy,
and women wear vintage bathing suits!


Where refugee trees aren't cornered,
given a single blanket,
and only water to drink !


Where a mirror makes you look twice as good!


And I have all the time in the world to make
Martha Stewart's craft projects:



Christmas Gifts:


I enjoyed an evening being 'gem-maw' to my
step-daughter's 2 year old.  This included her feeding me
pizza; whispering secrets in my ear; an unexpected kiss on the cheek;
and me subversively feeding her blue cotton candy ice cream,
liberally doused with candy sprinkles and gummi bears.  
I loved watching her smear it all over her hands and lick it off.
The best part?
Handing her back to 'mommy' to clean.
 One word:  Payback.


My Christmas Day project.

After much delay and waiting on official documents to arrive from official places, 
I have FINALLY printed out the entire packet for Soubriquet's K-1 Fiance' Visa,
including the necessary supporting documentation. 
All that is left is for me to collate, copy once more, sign and mail.
I've read that it takes approximately 5 months to process from start to finish.
Start meaning arriving at the USCIS lockbox location in Dallas and End meaning Soubriquet is handed his approved travel Visa upon the conclusion of his US Embassy interview in London. Soubriquet claims it takes only 2 to 3 months.
I hope he's right and I'm wrong.
Either way, will keep you posted, and am looking forward to a joyous New Year!
xxx

12.24.2012

christmas tree lots




Christmas trees lined like war refugees,
a fallen army made to stand in their greens.
Cut down at the foot, on their last leg,

they pull themselves up, arms raised.
We drop them like wood;
tied, they are driven through the streets,

dragged through the door, cornered
in a room, given a single blanket,
only water to drink, surrounded by joy.

Forced to wear a gaudy gold star,
to surrender their pride,
they do their best to look alive.

~ by Chris Green
Source: Poetry (December 2001)

xxx

12.21.2012

A Song On the End of the World


Many Solstice Blessings Be


On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangel's trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.

~ by Czeslaw Milosz; translated by Anthony Milosz


with thanks to Alan Weiss for the poem
 xxx

12.17.2012

merry, merry ...




































xxx

12.13.2012

frivolous friday



There's been a run on penguins at the store this season ...


xxx

12.12.2012

it's still on my list ...


Every year, around this time, I ask Santa sweetly, politely, humbly with no malice aforethought, for one thing .... just this one thing!  (No we are NOT talking about all the OTHER things I ask, beg, plead, pray, hope, stomp my feet and curl my lip for during the REST of the year.)  This is about the magical Santa time of year.  The few weeks that I clean up my not so nice / naughty act and jump on the SLEIGH ride to Christmas:  the magical believing time of year.  Here goes again (just proving that I do not lose hope or worse,  lose FAITH) :

Dear Santa,

I am writing to you once again from the unseasonably sub-tropical climes of a rather belligerent state known as Texas.  I, not being of belligerent mind or state, inquire as to your good health and that of Mrs. Claus as well.  I look forward to your annual nocturnal visit and promise if not to leave out cookies (which I tend to eat while awaiting your arrival) and milk,  promise to leave you a gold box of Godiva chocolates as a small token of my appreciation for all you do during this, the most hustling bustling time of year: Christmas.  Once again I will be working til the shop closes on Christmas Eve.  As I wearily walk myself out to the back forty where my current mode of transportation awaits me (a gas guzzling energy inefficient on its last 4 wheels of a car) on Christmas Eve, I will be crossing fingers, eyes, teeth, legs, arms, hair and toes in hopes you will gift me, this year, my secret heart's desire ...... yes, Santa.  That is the one.  The red one with the lovely curvy profile and roaring V-8 engine on the inside.  The 'vintage' model.  No Santa, you've already gifted me with the roaring redhead and I did muchly appreciate the care you took in selecting her, but I was asking for something a bit more steely. Yes, Santa, the truck.  The RED truck.  Yes, the one with gear boxes and carburetor and enginey-piston type thingies.  No, no, my desire does not have to be in perfect mint condition.  I'll do the clean up work.  She can have a few quirks and be slow to start.  I've a patient and gentle hand.  Snow and Christmasy trimmings are optional.  I am, as always, already eternally grateful.
Yours truly,
rdg
Red Dirt Girl
xxx