Monday, September 26, 2016

I'm Positive. Okay, I'm Trying

Like most little girls, I wasn't a fan of the "Three Stooges".  But Baby Bro was and even six year old boys need their television fix.  Back then there were basically 4 channels to chose from and we had to wait our turn to choose.  I recall thinking the Stooges were the dumbest group of adults I'd ever witnessed and wondered why anyone thought slapstick was funny.  And yet, one of their stupid routines got stuck in a corner of my brain.  To this day if someone says, "I'm positive" I hear this in my head:

                         Moe: "Are you sure about that?"
                         Curly: "I'm positive."
                         Moe: "Only fools are positive."
                         Curly: "Are you sure?"
                         Moe: "I'm positive.


That makes me think the only thing I'm positive of today...might change tomorrow.  I'd be foolish to live in my own little world and not see the big picture.  How it effects all of us.  Oh, I'm not talking about changing my core values: I'll still live by the Golden Rule and take the high road, even if it gets lonely up there from time to time.  But change can be a good thing. (Unless you work with Senior Citizens like I do and they HATE change).

Right now, this country of mine could use a positive change.  There's too much anger, ranting and raving...and by the way, if everyone's yelling, who's listening?  We need to embrace that kindergarten rule of taking turns when we speak.  That archaic social method of communicating called "conversation".  And no, I don't need to go first.  But I'd appreciate the chance to finish my thought...and have someone acknowledge it with more than a cursory, "You're wrong!  Next!"

Here's the thing.  For better or worse, we're all in this together.  Why not make it for better?  

I took this on my way home last week and it made me think: We need to learn to weather the storm together...not in boats of separate colors. Listen. Learn. Love.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Here We Go Again or "Water World, Part II"

Her name is Julia.  So far she's just a soggy Tropical Storm.  Hopefully she doesn't get huffy.  After all, we're already waiting on a contractor to put on a new roof since her sassy sister Hurricane Hermine tried to keep part of our home as a souvenir on her tour of the South.  The contractor penciled us in for the last of the month.  Why?  We're #9 in line. 

In the meantime, Sav and I are in those lovely zones where Julia might share so much rain, we flood.  Again.  I'm thinking maybe I ought to invest in one of these.   

UPDATE: Well, Miss Julia fell apart.  She wandered out to sea, wandered back our way, then got confused and had a nervous breakdown.   May this clip art scared her.  :) 

Sunday, September 11, 2016


No, this isn't going to be a long 9-11 tribute piece.  More like a reminder to enjoy life and not take it for granted.

Yesterday, Sept. 10th was the date my Dad died...21 years ago.  It somehow doesn't seem possible it's been that long.  I still find myself occasionally thinking, "I need to ask Dad...," only to realize that would be a r-e-a-l-l-y long distance call.  Yesterday, I had the oddest thought.

"I'm glad Dad didn't live to see 9-11."  

Not the Sept. 11th of 1995, but THAT day.  Because as horrified and baffled as I was, he would've been more so.  His parents were of the "Greatest Generation".  He'd served his country for four years.  That someone would come into the U.S. with such destruction would've been unfathomable. 

Oh he understood evil and what it entailed.  I'll never forget sitting in a hospital room with him as he got yet another chemo treatment as we watched the Oklahoma City bombings unfold on the t.v. in the room.  He sat there, shaking his head and mumbling, "Those poor people!  Those poor people!"  With the equivalent of poison running into his veins, Dad mused how one deranged soul could do so much damage.  I could only nod, amazed at the compassion of someone so ill.  Little did I know I'd lose Dad in five months.

I was glad Dad didn't live to see what happened to the Twin Towers.  I'm glad he got to remember the New York of his youthful visit as a sailor.  I can still hear him telling the story of going up the Statue of Liberty and standing on the torch to look over the city. (Yes, at one time they allowed you to do that).  For a man from a small town, that must've seen miraculous.

So today I will quietly think of those who gave their all trying to save others fifteen years ago.  And I'll be grateful that Dad lived in a world where trouble didn't so violently strike us where we live.  No, he lived in a world where you told your daughter stories about wonderful places and people who lived on the other side of the world.  And I believed him.

In spite of terrorists, I still do.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

She Wasn't A Lady

Sav and I had the misfortune of being visited by one Ms. Hermine, she of the hurricane family with no manners.  I know Sav asked her to leave Georgia by way of the sea, but Ms. H. decided wandering up the coast to South Carolina was more to her liking.  I'm not sure of our rain totals yet, but it's 5-7 inches.  I work in local government and THEY were worried enough to send us home at Noon on Friday.  Which was good...the driveway at work was flooding and beginning to look like a lake.
Bottom line: lots of limbs to pick up and a chunk of roof to repair.  Like I told Sav, you never comprehend the sheer power of wind until you have to PULL an embedded shingle corner out of the ground.  She might've spared the Old Gal out front (150 year old pecan tree) from splitting in half, but she lost a lot of limbs and a TON of pecans which were still green.  You know what's fun?  Trying to pick up limbs while your feet slip and slide over small golf ball size pecans, still in their green husk.  We picked up for an hour this morning before Hubby had to go to work and a-l-m-o-s-t got all the limbs up under the Old Gal.  She has three children and her cousins, the Paper Birches, got in on the act as well.  Only total tree loss wasn't on our property but on the bordering field: China Berry uprooted and fell in front of the trailer I'd suggested we hook up to the 4 Wheeler to aid in gathering limbs.  Oh well.
Good news is we're fine.  Interesting news is we get to meet a new friend in the next day or so: the Insurance Claims Adjuster.  I'm hoping he's friendly because we've never filed a claim in the 19 years we've been here.
Hope everyone has a relaxed Labor Day weekend.  
 Just for perspective, Hubby is 6 feet tall.  
The pile is growing steadily: the tree which uprooted itself is in the background.  
That "dead" tree on the left?  
It was ONE branch off the Old Gal from a storm a couple of weeks ago....
a single limb the size of most trees.