This is my birth totem, if you want to read…we’re compatible….
This is my birth totem, if you want to read…we’re compatible….
Your birth totem…please read! (Mine is the brown bear)
For tomorrow I have a really cool new T-Shirt to show you, but although it’s Casual Friday, we have a guest that I will be responsible for and I’ll have to leave the casual look home.
Pass these on? Quotes from the gentleman who gave us Huck Finn.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and NEVER REGRET anything that made you smile.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
Those that do not read the news are uninformed. Those that do are misinformed.
It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.
In the first place, God made idiots. That was for practice. Then he made school boards.
I’ve never let my school interfere with my education.
Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.
A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.
Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Sing like no one’s listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching and live like its heaven on earth.
‘Classic.’ A book which people praise and don’t read.
To refuse awards is another way of accepting them with more noise than is normal.
During these summer months when all the schools are closed, the traffic is so much tamer, people less frenzied. I’m convinced all the lunatics driving the rest of the year are crazed parents rushing to get their kids to school and then rushing to get to work on time. It’s nice to have a break from them all. On that subject, there’s been somewhat of a nauseating trend the past few years for parents to have bumper stickers that read, “MY CHILD IS AN HONOR STUDENT AT SUCH AND SUCH ACADEMY.” El Bleccho! But I got behind a car this morning at a traffic light that also had a bumper sticker with a head shot of a big golden dog with the caption, “My Golden Lab is Smarter Than Your Honor Student Child.” A driver after my own heart. Nearing work in the downtown district, I turned the corner and got behind an open flat bed truck filled with green watermelons nestled in hay, license plate from Mississippi. It was a very cheery sight to see and I wondered if they were headed to the French Market in the Quarter.
Dragonflies keep crossing my path lately, but you know, I haven’t seen many lizards this summer and that’s strange. I wonder if the cold winter killed a lot of them. I miss them, as long as they don’t crawl on me or get in the house. I was reading up a little more about Indian totems, and it asked what creature on earth fills you the most with fear…and went on to say the characteristics of that creature we fear most is what we have to learn, and so try to get into their head so to speak and reflect on their nature…I’m sure you know what creature fills me the most with fear as I’ve often said the only good one is a dead one…and no way in Hell am I going to get into that thing’s head!
Wish I knew what your totem is…can you send a sign?
Remembering that nurse this morning has caused me to consider how people show what they really are in bad times. That entire year Mom was dying…and, no, all of the torture this woman predicted for her did not happen at all…she hardly suffered, thanks be to God, and there’s another story connected to that I’ll tell later…but her cruelty at this very horrible time and the cruelty of some of my family members towards me says a lot about them and I know that no matter how much I hated someone I would never do to them what was done to me at a time such as this one. It would make God weep I would think. But then, if I don’t mention the utter kindness of the majority of other people in my life during this time I would just be behaving in a melodramatic way. Because people who were non-family were so supportive and helpful to me, coworkers, friends, family in Central Louisiana. The hospital staff, Mom’s team of doctors. I can’t forget them, nor all the prayers they offered and the amount of sympathy cards I received from them all when she died. And I remember John–I was always the first one in at work and my brother called me at 7AM that morning to tell me she had died. I had to call John at home to tell him I was leaving work and broke down crying, and I remembered he just softly Sshh’d me like I was a child and told me to go and be careful on the Causeway. God, that was a drive. I was crying my eyes out and at the same time I was so happy she was free from all of it. And giving me time to grieve and take care of her. I don’t mean to get on a sad subject but remembering this nurse kind of opened all of this up today, sorry if I seem morbid. And do you know, here’s the interesting little side subject of the other story connected to this…
A couple of years ago for the Autumn issue of Louisiana Life, I was to interview a local voodoo priestess named Bloody Mary, great gal, for a story. I went to her mid-city home and the plan was for her to do a reading for me. At the time I was plagued almost non-stop by a nagging pain in my right side that at one point put me in the hospital and kept coming back and coming back. She did not know all of this. She stood before me and said, Oh my God, I can see black swords coming from your right side…pancreas? No, it’s not your pancreas, this is the pain of all who have hurt you, and something else…you lost a parent to cancer? I told her, yes, pancreatic cancer, am I sick also? We sat down and she said, you’re not going to die from cancer like your mother, that’s a fear you have, but I really feel your mother didn’t suffer a lot while she was dying and there’s a reason. You didn’t know it at the time, but you drew all of her pain into your own body to heal her you weren’t aware of…you’re feeling that pain now, it’s her pain that she never experienced because of you. I can’t tell you how much of a healing you were to my mother…than she told me to get some sea salt, make a bath with it and soak and tell everyone who had hurt me that I forgive them and release them…I did this and the next morning the pain was gone. It has come back now and again, but I know how to release it and I have associated it with being tense and stressed…it hardly bothers me anymore. Fantastic story I know, but if she was right about this, I’m glad I may have possibly helped Mom not suffer.
This has been an annoying day. Bad tempers that are about to put me in a bad temper. So I’ll revisit some of my bad temper episodes and tie them into something very insightful I once saw on MASH…it was an episode when Colonel Potter was getting angry letters from home from the Mrs. and he thought it was the end of their very happy marriage and was pretty miserable. He was in a horrible mood snapping at every one until he finally admitted to Hot Lips what was happening and why he was so crabby. He was losing Mildred. Hot Lips told him that when the war separated her from her husband, she was so furious that he wasn’t there that she wrote him horrible things that really had nothing to do with him, but because she loved him so much, she was angry he wasn’t with her. I guess that’s really why sensible people tell other angry people to stop and think what it is that’s really making them angry before they spout off.
This morning scrambling to put out more fires not caused by me and being tactful in the process, an acquired taste. Not giving in to sayings, God what are you–a two-year-old, or you forgot again a-hole so stop trying to blame me I didn’t send the request to you or I’ll let you deal with the screaming physician who’s acting like a damned moron because he didn’t get his way when I have the fax confirmation sheet right in my hands…you see my drift. I, once again, took the High Road. Remembered another time in 1997 when I took the High Road. I had gone to a benefit ball at Anne Rice’s mansion in connection with the hospital I worked during that time. There was a nurse whom I once worked with in Pulmonary who was very rude and catty to me usually…she had a huge chip on her shoulder as did everyone in that department, her first husband had cheated on her and they divorced and she was in an interracial second marriage that nobody had anything bad to say about but she was filled with attitude about it. The people with whom I went to the ball and I had a wonderful time; actually just about all of us did, but every time she looked at me she just glared and I ignored her. The following Monday she made a point of coming up to me and saying something very sarcastically, “well, Cinderella went to the ball, didn’t she?” I immediately started to blurt out, “Yes, along with the ugly stepsister”…but, I took the High Road and smiled and said, “it was a wonderful party.” That got her more than anything I could have said. A few years later, when Mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, this nurse stood in my office and with some glee began telling me in front of everyone the suffering that was in store for Mom, the gory details, like a sadist. I told her in front of everyone, “I suggest you shut up and shut up right now.” She didn’t, and I told her very sharply, “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say, understand?” She did shut up. About a month later, her own father died very suddenly and when it happened, she ran to me, began crying uncontrollably and put her head on my shoulder, saying, “Jeanne, my father just died.” I took the High Road, because I knew how badly she felt and tried to comfort her. After that, her meanness towards me vanished.
I am convinced that the angel that painted yesterday’s dawn and sunrise had to have been a Leo in his earthly life. Either that or he was a seraphim from the get go. This morning’s dawn and sunrise was placid, drab, gray, dull, pale. So I know it had to have been a Virgo that did it!
This is a very beautiful house on Key West, gorgeous, actually…but it is a little grand compared to the one I’m dreaming about…like that one on Islamorada with the turquoise, goldenrod and lime green…dreaming about a beach shack to redo…http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/20-Sunset-Key-Dr-Key-West-FL-33040/45797138_zpid/