Tuesday, October 31, 2006

blood work this a.m

and then

a pumpkin spice latte!!!!

sort of funny getting blood drawn on halloween.
i have been fasting since 5 yesterday afternoon so
that pumpkin spice latte was just soooo good!


Monday, October 30, 2006

because i'm still not really writing much
i'd like to share one of my favorite poets with you.

If Strangers meet

If strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully, once
if strangers(who
deep our most are

- E.E.Cummings
a beautiful monday morning to ya!

Saturday, October 28, 2006

freaking blogger gremlins wouldn't let me post anything today!

i've felt like this.
the blogger gremlins are having a hissy fit today.

bob would never stand for this!
went to the owl's Halloween party last night.
i really wasn't in the mood or had time to come up
with a costume, so i bought myself an orange t-shirt with a cartoon
vampire bat on it that read:

oh and by the way, happy Halloween"

i also bought a big black velvet sort of
"mad hatter's" hat with bats that lit up.

if any of the pictures turn out ok i'll post them
after i get them developed.

and yes, one of my friends did bite me on my shoulder!!!

Friday, October 27, 2006

are you a good witch or
a bad witch?

hey girl, doesn't matter
it's all about the shoes!

i've got MY costume!!!!
All Hallow's Eve

by Mike Nichols

Halloween.Sly does it. Tiptoe catspaws. Slide and creep.
But why? What for? How? Who? When! Where did it all begin?
“You don’t know, do you?” asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud climbing out of the pile of leaves under the Halloween Tree. “You don’t really know!”

—Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

Samhain. All Hallows. All Hallow’s Eve. Hallow E’en. Halloween. The most magical night of the year. Exactly opposite Beltane on the wheel of the year, Halloween is Beltane’s dark twin. A night of glowing jack-o’-lanterns, bobbing for apples, tricks or treats, and dressing in costume. A night of ghost stories and séances, tarot card readings and scrying with mirrors. A night of power, when the veil that separates our world from the Otherworld is at its thinnest. A “spirit night”, as they say in Wales.
All Hallow’s Eve is the eve of All Hallow’s Day (November 1). And for once, even popular tradition remembers that the eve is more important than the day itself, the traditional celebration focusing on October 31, beginning at sundown. And this seems only fitting for the great Celtic New Year’s festival. Not that the holiday was Celtic only. In fact, it is startling how many ancient and unconnected cultures (the Egyptians and pre-Spanish Mexicans, for example) celebrated this as a festival of the dead. But the majority of our modern traditions can be traced to the British Isles.
The Celts called it Samhain, which means “summer’s end”, according to their ancient twofold division of the year, when summer ran from Beltane to Samhain and winter ran from Samhain to Beltane. (Some modern covens echo this structure by letting the high priest “rule” the coven beginning on Samhain, with rulership returned to the high priestess at Beltane.) According to the later fourfold division of the year, Samhain is seen as “autumn’s end” and the beginning of winter. Samhain is pronounced (depending on where you’re from) as “sow-in” (in Ireland), or “sow-een” (in Wales), or “sav-en” (in Scotland), or (inevitably) “sam-hane” (in the U.S., where we don’t speak Gaelic).
Not only is Samhain the end of autumn; it is also, more importantly, the end of the old year and the beginning of the new. Celtic New Year’s Eve, when the new year begins with the onset of the dark phase of the year, just as the new day begins at sundown. There are many representations of Celtic Gods with two faces, and it surely must have been one of them who held sway over Samhain. Like his Roman counterpart Janus, he would straddle the threshold, one face turned toward the past, in commemoration of those who died during the last year, and one face gazing hopefully toward the future, mystic eyes attempting to pierce the veil and divine what the coming year holds. These two themes, celebrating the dead and divining the future, are inexorably intertwined in Samhain, as they are likely to be in any New Year’s celebration.
As a feast of the dead, this was the one night when the dead could, if they wished, return to the land of the living, to celebrate with their family, tribe, or clan. And so the great burial mounds of Ireland (sidhe mounds) were opened up, with lighted torches lining the walls, so the dead could find their way. Extra places were set at the table and food set out for any who had died that year. And there are many stories that tell of Irish heroes making raids on the Underworld while the gates of faery stood open, though all must return to their appointed places by cockcrow.
As a feast of divination, this was the night par excellence for peering into the future. The reason for this has to do with the Celtic view of time. In a culture that uses a linear concept of time, like our modern one, New Year’s Eve is simply a milestone on a very long road that stretches in a straight line from birth to death. Thus, the New Year’s festival is a part of time. The ancient Celtic view of time, however, is cyclical. And in this framework, New Year’s Eve represents a point outside of time, when the natural order of the universe dissolves back into primordial chaos, preparatory to reestablishing itself in a new order. Thus, Samhain is a night that exists outside of time and, hence, it may be used to view any other point in time. At no other holiday is a tarot card reading, crystal reading, or tealeaf reading so likely to succeed.
The Christian religion, with its emphasis on the “historical” Christ and his act of Redemption 2000 years ago, is forced into a linear view of time, where seeing the future is an illogical proposition. In fact, from the Christian perspective, any attempt to do so is seen as inherently evil. This did not keep the medieval church from co-opting Samhain’s other motif, commemoration of the dead. To the church, however, it could never be a feast for all the dead, but only the blessed dead, all those hallowed (made holy) by obedience to God—thus, All Hallow’s, or Hallowmas, later All Saints and All Souls.
There are so many types of divination that are traditional to Hallowstide, it is possible to mention only a few. Girls were told to place hazelnuts along the front of the firegrate, each one to symbolize one of her suitors. She could then divine her future husband by chanting, “If you love me, pop and fly; if you hate me, burn and die.” Several methods used the apple, that most popular of Halloween fruits. You should slice an apple through the equator (to reveal the five-pointed star within) and then eat it by candlelight before a mirror. Your future spouse will then appear over your shoulder. Or, peel an apple, making sure the peeling comes off in one long strand, reciting, “I pare this apple round and round again; / My sweetheart’s name to flourish on the plain: / I fling the unbroken paring o’er my head, / My sweetheart’s letter on the ground to read.” Or, you might set a snail to crawl through the ashes of your hearth. The considerate little creature will then spell out the initial letter as it moves.
Perhaps the most famous icon of the holiday is the jack-o’- lantern. Various authorities attribute it to either Scottish or Irish origin. However, it seems clear that it was used as a lantern by people who traveled the road this night, the scary face to frighten away spirits or faeries who might otherwise lead one astray. Set on porches and in windows, they cast the same spell of protection over the household. (The American pumpkin seems to have forever superseded the European gourd as the jack-o’- lantern of choice.) Bobbing for apples may well represent the remnants of a Pagan “baptism” rite called a seining, according to some writers. The water-filled tub is a latter-day Cauldron of Regeneration, into which the novice’s head is immersed. The fact that the participant in this folk game was usually blindfolded with hands tied behind the back also puts one in mind of a traditional Craft initiation ceremony.
The custom of dressing in costume and “trick-or-treating” is of Celtic origin, with survivals particularly strong in Scotland. However, there are some important differences from the modern version. In the first place, the custom was not relegated to children, but was actively indulged in by adults as well. Also, the “treat” that was required was often one of spirits (the liquid variety). This has recently been revived by college students who go ‘trick-or-drinking’. And in ancient times, the roving bands would sing seasonal carols from house-to-house, making the tradition very similar to Yuletide wassailing. In fact, the custom known as caroling, now connected exclusively with Midwinter, was once practiced at all the major holidays. Finally, in Scotland at least, the tradition of dressing in costume consisted almost exclusively of cross-dressing (i.e., men dressing as women, and women as men). It seems as though ancient societies provided an opportunity for people to “try on” the role of the opposite gender for one night of the year. (Although in Scotland, this is admittedly less dramatic—but more confusing—since men were in the habit of wearing skirtlike kilts anyway. Oh well...)
To Witches, Halloween is one of the four High Holidays, or Greater Sabbats, or cross-quarter days. Because it is the most important holiday of the year, it is sometimes called “The Great Sabbat”. It is an ironic fact that the newer, self-created covens tend to use the older name of the holiday, Samhain, which they have discovered through modern research. While the older hereditary and traditional covens often use the newer name, Halloween, which has been handed down through oral tradition within their coven. (This often holds true for the names of the other holidays, as well. One may often get an indication of a coven’s antiquity by noting what names it uses for the holidays.)
With such an important holiday, Witches often hold two distinct celebrations. First, a large Halloween party for non- Craft friends, often held on the previous weekend. And second, a coven ritual held on Halloween night itself, late enough so as not to be interrupted by trick-or-treaters. If the rituals are performed properly, there is often the feeling of invisible friends taking part in the rites. Another date that may be utilized in planning celebrations is the actual cross-quarter day, or Old Halloween, or Halloween O.S. (Old Style). This occurs when the sun has reached fifteen degrees Scorpio, an astrological “power point” symbolized by the Eagle. The celebration would begin at sunset. Interestingly, this date (Old Halloween) was also appropriated by the church as the holiday of Martinmas.
Of all the Witchcraft holidays, Halloween is the only one that still boasts anything near to popular celebration. Even though it is typically relegated to children (and the young-atheart) and observed as an evening affair only, many of its traditions are firmly rooted in Paganism. Incidentally, some schools have recently attempted to abolish Halloween parties on the grounds that it violates the separation of state and religion. Speaking as a Pagan, I would be saddened by the success of this move, but as a supporter of the concept of religion-free public education, I fear I must concede the point. Nonetheless, it seems only right that there should be one night of the year when our minds are turned toward thoughts of the supernatural. A night when both Pagans and non-Pagans may ponder the mysteries of the Otherworld and its inhabitants. And if you are one of them, may all your jack-o’-lanterns burn bright on this All Hallow’s Eve.
One Instant

One Instant is eternity;
eternity is the now.
When you see through this one instant,
you see through the one who sees.

Translated by: Stephen Mitchell

The Enlightened Heart
- Wu Men
don't forget to
change your clocks this weekend.

getting that candy ready????
yes kiddies, it's FRIDAY!!!!!!!

Q: What is the difference between a cat and a comma?

A: One has the paws before the claws and the other
has the clause before the pause.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

a friend sent this.
everyone knows i have a thing for squirrels!

get that candy ready...

halloween is coming!
got this in my e-mail, thought it was important.

October 26, 2006

Daily Self-CarePutting Yourself First

We have all heard the instructions of an airline attendant reminding us
to put on our own oxygen mask before we help anyone else with theirs.
This advice is often cited as a metaphor for self-care because
it so accurately expresses why it is important. It seems to say, ironically,
that if you can't take care of yourself for yourself, do it for others.
Few situations in our daily lives mimic the wake-up call of an airplane emergency,
so it's easy to keep putting self-care off-easy, that is, until we get sick, overwhelmed, or exhausted, and suddenly don't have the energy to care for the people
who count on us. That's when we realize we haven't been getting the
oxygen we need to sustain ourselves. We begin to understand that
taking care of ourselves is neither selfish nor indulgent;
it's just plain practical. Putting yourself first means that it may be
necessary to say no to someone else in order to say yes to yourself.
For many of us, there is always something we feel we could be
doing for someone else, and it helps to remember the oxygen metaphor. You can even encourage yourself by saying
"I am caring for myself so that I am better able to care for others"
or some other mantra that will encourage you.
It also helps to remember that self-care doesn't have to be composed of massively time-consuming acts. In fact, the best prescription for taking care
of yourself is probably small, daily rituals; for example, taking one half-hour for yourself
at the beginning and end of the day to meditate, journal, or just be.
You might also transform the occasional daily shower or bath into
a half-hour self-pampering session. Whatever you decide,
making some small gesture where you put yourself first every day
will pay off in spades for you and the ones you love.
The oxygen you need is all around you; sometimes you
just need to be reminded to breathe.

hello there.

been a little bit absent around here but i've been busy
and i also am starting a new medication and so if i get
a little bit odder than my usual strange little self please bear with me
til i see how well i adjust to it. i promise not to go all mr. hyde on here
if i can help it. ; ) thanks much, sherry

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

in case you want a little
refresher on the electronic voting machines
go here.

just the silly cartoon lady is worth checking it out!

this is a cool site. you can carve a pumpkin
on line. it even lights up!


Monday, October 23, 2006

the beatles

There are places i'll rememberAll my life though some have changed
Some forever not for betterSome have gone and some remain
All these places have their momentsWith lovers and friends i still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life i've loved them all
But of all these friends and loversThere is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When i think of love as something new
Though i know i'll never lose affectionFor people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
Though i know i'll never lose affectionFor people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you moreIn my life i love you more.

this song is so very meaningful for oh so many of us
and for so very many reasons. it never fails to touch me.
i thought i's share it with you.


yeah right, it looks pretty on here BUT...

Saturday, October 21, 2006

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."

Carl Sandburg
having the attic insulated as i type.
perhaps this winter i will not look so smurflike
from the cold.
now, where did i put that nurse uniform, hummmmm......??

hey, FOAMY has a new little video out
dealing with writer's block!!!!!!



Friday, October 20, 2006

just got this in my e-mail.

i believe in this cause.
all people of good will should take a look.
thanks much. sherry
Dear sherry,

Seventeen years ago I fled Darfur.
But not a day goes by when I don’t think of my family and friends who remain in the region – along with the millions of other Darfuris currently suffering at the hands of a genocidal regime.
Yet, despite the devastation, we must not give up hope. There is something we can do to stop this genocide. It begins with raising awareness to help build pressure on our political leaders to act.
That is why I am so pleased to tell you that this Sunday evening the CBS newsmagazine “60 Minutes” will air a story about the genocide in Darfur.
Click here to read more about the segment and to check local television listings.
The Sudanese government continues to deny its role in the perpetration of genocide, restricting reporters from entering the region in order to hide the truth.
Yet CBS correspondent Scott Pelley and his "60 Minutes" crew went anyway, putting their lives in jeopardy. Their report on what is happening is both powerful and devastating.
I know because I was with Pelley and his crew when they filmed this piece. It is haunting and evocative – because it is real. There is no doubt in my mind that after watching this segment, millions of Americans will be compelled to act to stop the genocide in Darfur.
Click here to ask your friends and family to join you in watching "60 Minutes" this Sunday.
Thank you for everything you continue to do.
Omer IsmailFellow at Harvard University's Carr Center for Human Rights PolicyFounder of Darfur Peace and Development Organization
The Save Darfur Coalition would like to invite you to join our Weekly Action Network and commit to take one action a week to help stop the genocide in Darfur. Will you help turn up the heat? Click here to learn more and sign up to participate.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

the poem below is the one reworked that i mentioned.
there were only a few changes but they made all the difference.

this is the original:

crying over spilt milk

at 20 my skin was smooth and tempting
like sweet cream poured into a saucer
waiting to be lapped up by a pink tongue.

but now faded lines like the memories of
lightning strikes or the prick of sharpened claws
trace regrets across the years

the saucer overturned and chipped
the cream long since curdled.

the reworked version is so much the better of the two
see if you can spot the changes and IF you agree.
your input is always welcomed. thanks, sherry
here is the new poem.
reworked and better.

crying over spilt milk

at 20 my skin was smooth and tempting
sweet cream poured in a saucer
waiting to be lapped by a pink tongue

but now faded lines like the memories of
lightning strikes or the prick of sharp claws
trace regrets across my flesh.

the saucer overturned and chipped
the cream long since curdled.

here it is again,
just because:

hey if bill could do it just because he could
then i can do this just because i can! ; )

my e.q. was 120
Your EQ is 120
50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.
been working on a poem. in fact i've just
reworked the piece and sent it into my workshop to
see if i've improved it with some of their c&c and
a little tweaking of my own.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

i usually only watch this on tv if
i'm at the club. it's more fun playing this way!

got this in my e-mail today. it's from chris george
a friend and fellow poet from the poetry kit. chris
is a man of many talents and knowing him, reading his
poems and his comments & crits of my work and others
has helped me very much. chris has been in here before so i'm sure
you'll recognize the name.

do yourself a favor and check this out. the publication itself is
well written and chris's interview is entertaining and informative.

really do go and check it out. sherry

(from chris)

Hi everyone
I am pleased to announce that there is a spotlight interview with me in the new "Fear" Issue of Triplopia magazine.

Go to http://www.triplopia.org/ The interview is wide-ranging, covering, in addition to my creative writing interests, my thoughts on Jack the Ripper, the War of 1812, the Internet, and the writing art in general. Also included in the poetry section are my poems "The Ghosts of Cambodia," "Morecambe Bay Cocklers Tragedy," "Apple Blossom and Roses at Auschwitz," and two poems in the interview, "A Pack of Lies" and "My Book Is Eaten By Termites" and an excerpt from "Jack: The Musical" by Erik Sitbon and myself. Enjoy!
Just Like Strange Rain
Bernie Taupin, 1969
I looked up from my glass into the sky There's no one in my comic book to buy Calendar swung on the wall held by a rusty nail Down came the strange rain and washed my thoughts away
So stop in the sky and tell me why You're changing your colours before my eyes Yellow, blue, green and grey Settled on the window pane
It made the rain that came seem strange Just like strange rain It made the rain that came seem strange Just like strange rain
Still I sit beside the fire and watched as it fell Come in colours from above into my citadel My eyes are all embriodered with the rainbow you have made And now it seems as though it's just, just like strange rain --- '01-Apr-16th

now, these are song lyrics as well, but look at how
different they seem printed in a form like this.
rain, rain, can you tell????

2 songs where the lyrics are poems.

for you, on this rainy day.


Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1963 Warner Bros. Inc
Renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Home -Eternal Circle-
Lyrics List
Album List

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Who'll Stop The Rain?
Creedence Clearwater Revival
G G/F# Em/G G/F# G
Long as I remember, the rain been comin' down
Clouds of mystery pourin' confusion on the ground
Good men through the ages, tryin' to find the sun
And I wonder, still I wonder
Em G
Who'll stop the rain?
I went down Virginia seekin' shelter from the storm
Bm C G
Caught up in the fable, I watched a tower grow
Five year plans and new deals, wrapped in golden chains
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who'll stop the rain?
*Solo* C G D Am C Em G
(same as 2nd verse)
Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more
The crowd had rushed together tryin' to keep warm
Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my head
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who'll stop the rain?...
G G/F# Em/G G/F# (x3)...

Copyright 1970 Fantasy Records By J.C. Fogerty Cosmo's Factory
been pouring all night.

i lay awake most of the time, listening.

i wonder, how many songs are about rain or
mention rain?

Monday, October 16, 2006

because it is cold and

and summer is gone and

i feel blue...

pudd'n and boag at the pool.

a bit of buck.

of the soul

i think i might find

in blue this time, perhaps emerald
or the grey of the changing skies
as seen thru mine,
half closed and rain slick.
monday, sucks.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Saturday, October 14, 2006

the new issue of CAUGHT IN THE NET is up
this is one of the on-line lit magazines
from THE POETRY KIT. the format has been
changed round a few times thru the years.
i have been happy to be included in back issues.
there are over 2500
subscribers to it and more that just read it
without having it sent to them.check it out if
you are inclined. it's worth the time.

and you can look me up in some older issues ; )


cold but sunny. happy saturday!
me, i have nothing that has to be done
and so, the cats and i are going to just hang around and
do whatever we feel like!
i have my baggy old comfies on and i am going to just
do whatever i feel like! hooray!

Friday, October 13, 2006

i liked this.

(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1965 Warner Bros. Inc
Renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
i was watching my 2 and 1/2 year old
granddaughter yesterday. she surprised me
by showing me the new skill she has acquired.

yes, i WAS surprised.
well, i pulled out the electric blanket yesterday.
took me a little while to find out where i
stored the controls. why i didn't store them together
is a mystery to me! brrrrrr, but
at least we aren't in buffalo, 2 feet of snow there!

sunday is bob's 1st birthday.

HAPPY FRIDAY the 13th !

Thursday, October 12, 2006

it's FRIDAY.......

Q: Why do seagulls live near the sea?

A: Because if they lived near the bay, they would be called bagels

i love the muppets.

"Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun."

George Scialabra

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

i haven't any poems in me.
maybe a word or 2, but nothing really.
so i hope you don't mind just getting the stuff i
have been posting. thanks, sherry

most everyone that knows me, knows that
my grandparents on my
mom's side were calabrese. i saw them every day and so
learned much from them.
my dad's side of the family was from cornwall in england
and because i didn't see them nearly as much and they
have been here since around 1840 or so, i really don't know
all that much about cornwall. so here's a little something for
you and for me. it's interesting. i think so.

funny thing, both places, calabria and cornwall are poor
seacoast areas. i can't swim! ; )

here is a little bit:

go over to froth's blog and wish dusty a happy birthday.
it's a happy thing on this rainy icky day.


rain, rain, RAIN.

and wet leaves!
i had to check. i saw an animal on a farm yesterday
i thought it was a yak but i didn't want to include it on
the post because i wasn't sure.

it was! a pennsylvania yak!

and i thought of ren and stimpy. yes i did. ; )

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover,
everyone becomes a poet. "


my cousin linda volunteers here.
this is one of the
little kitties she helps with.

this is the website.

went on a fall leave trip. just got back about an
hour ago. went thru part of clear creek state park
and thru part of the state game lands. it was just beautiful.
i saw a buffalo ranch, there were baby buffalo too!
we passed a place that sold elk meat!

i like the woods up in that part of the state. they have
big grey stones that are scattered about the forrest floor
and bigger boulder sized ones that angle out of the
ground, some bright with green moss. there are
copper colored ferns all thru the forests
and gold, red, orange and green leaves,
some drifting down in the shafts of sunlight. truly beautiful.
if i ever come into loads of money, i think i know where i'll be a wealthy old hermit!!!! ; )

Monday, October 09, 2006

halloween is coming soon.
this list is too cool!
there are some haunted places quite near me.
might stop by and say hello.


yesterday i went to a car cruise at a local church.
there was a lady there that was making potato pancakes.
they were just wonderful. i hadn't had any in well over
a year. i was overjoyed yesterday!

i'm not hard to please most times.
monday, sunny, supposed to be the last
really nice day this week. i should go outside.i should
i really should.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

just finished watching RENT,
there are not too many musicals that i really
like. i loved this one.

i've been cleaning out/deleting addresses
in my "favorites."

wow, i've been deleting a lot of places i no longer
need or read.

funny tho, every time i deleted a place it was
like wiping out a bit of my past, even if it was a
silly place or just some place i needed to research for
a poem or a discussion of poetry or politics.
recipes for a special occasion, things of that nature.
odd feeling, hitting the delete.

almost like deleting time, deleting part of my life.
You May Be a Bit Dependent...
You're more than a little preoccupied with being abandoned.You need a lot of support in your life, at all times.It's difficult for you to survive on your own...And you don't reallly think you ever could.
What Personality Disorder Are You?
if this is all the test found,
then i'm doing aok today!

Saturday, October 07, 2006

One instant

One Instant is eternity;
eternity is the now.
When you see through this one instant,
you see through the one who sees.

Wu Men
cold, brrrrrr!

had a nice time last night. so, no hermit yet!

Friday, October 06, 2006

my daughter made moon cakes for
for the moon festival tonight. she dropped off some.
i like them a lot.
well, my little granddaughter went home. i'm
going to bar bingo for a bit. i don't play, i cheerlead
and tease/heckle if need be! it's for the ladies aux.
to help pay for the kid's parties so it is a great thing.
we have fun. i hope!
my little sweetie pie is still napping.
we've had big fun. bob and layla keep coming in here
to check on her.
frankly, i think they want her "pack and play" back.
they've been using it as a sort of wrestling "cage match thingy."
going out later, sure hope this friday is better than the last.
if not, i may just choose hermitude!

( i made up the word, it fits tho ) ; )

today is the Chinese moon festival.

so we celebrate in a small way with

my beautiful, smart and amazing little

granddaughter who is 2 1/2 and who i love

so very much!

got the picture from CHINA SPROUT

a wonderful place to shop and to learn about Chinese and

Chinese American customs.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


glub, glub, glub! ; )

Q: What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?



got this over at Q's place.

thanks q !
i have no poems in me for these funerals
i have no words. except that i marvel at the faith
of these amish. they forgive, they accept life
for good and bad for the glory of their GOD.

so, instead, because they forgave and
embrace life even in sorrow, i found this recipe
in an amish cookbook and thought, what better way
to celebrate them and morn a bit as well.

this is a recipe for a "funeral pie"
a raisin pie, so named because it travels well
on those sad trips.

funeral pie

2 cups seedless raisins
2 cups water
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
3 tablespoons corn starch
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon allspice
speck of salt
1 tablespoon cider vinegar
1/4 stick butter

preheat oven to 400 degrees. roll out 2 pie crusts
and line pan with one crust. in a medium saucepan,
simmer the raisins and 2/3 cup of the water over
medium heat for 5 minutes.
in a small bowl combine the next 6 ingredients.
gradually stir in the remaining 1 and 1/3 cups of water.
add the rains, stirring until the mixture bubbles up.
add the vinegar,butter and continue cooking until butter melts.
cool to lukewarm.
pour mixture into unbaked pie shell, top with 2nd crust.
cut slits into top to let stream escape.
bake for 25 minutes until top crust is golden brown and
pie is bubbling in the middle.
cool completely before cutting.

my prayers and good thoughts go out to everyone. sherry

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

" If we knew what we were doing,
it wouldn't be called research."

A. Einstein

this is cool!

every time you click your mouse the colors change!!!!

try it. s
a HUGE fly has appeared in my computer room.
bob and layla are in the process of trashing everything in here
to make a snack out of him. if i hear a weak, tinny little
"help me, help meeeee...!" i'm leaving! ; )

this is a picture of the one and only
tomato from my 2 plants. there were a few
more but mr. groundhog was snacking.
so i picked this last one and let it ripen
on my counter.

i made myself a tomato sandwich
and was happy. s

thank goodness for friends with gardens!
oh and mr. groundhog is a fat as i've ever seen him.
he's the size of a raccoon!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006


one, death

this is something, a thing i can't/won't
try to "pretty up" or "civilize" with putting it
into a poetic form. no, this is what it is, a statement, a
rant, a useless cry into the air. it's life, death is a part of life,
a big part but it's the way of these deaths that just
is making me do the only thing i can at this moment, write.

yes, the world , certainly this country's attentions are focused
on a little amish schoolhouse and the unbelievable acts of a
rabid man, but in a little while, i will be going to a local funeral home
to pay a visit to a young man who died way too soon. a young man
whose family lived around the corner from me. a young man
that my daughter used to baby sit for. a boy and his sister that smile
in photographs that my daughter still has.

this young man shouldn't have died any more than those
little school girls.
the thing of it is, this kid died from something that kills every day, day in day out
been killing since i was a teenager in the 60's and yet we just go on about our lives
day in and day out and only notice death when it is so bizarre that we see it in headlines, hear it over and over and over on the 24 hour cable news.

we don't see headlines screaming at us for answers
for the cause of this kid's death tho.
no, because his death was so fucking everyday that
we turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to the answers.

this bright young man is right now in a casket waiting
for the family viewing. waiting for his mom and dad and sister
waiting on family and friends, kids that will be staring their own
mortality in the face for the first time. he's waiting for my kid,
who has a child of her own now to walk up and look at the young man
yet seeing the small boy who grinned up at her as she took his photo.
my kid, who has to come to terms with his death and what the future
will be like for her daughter, my granddaughter.

me, i'm better at this, sad but true, than she is. i'm older, i've seen so very many deaths.
not just the older folks. the family that have gone on after a full life but
because i was a teenager of the 60's, i've seen many of "these" deaths.
they don't tear at the national heartstrings. they tear at one family at a time.
one community at a time. no CNN, no FOX or MSNBC just a small obit in
the local paper, and this ...

goddamn the pusher man!

Monday, October 02, 2006

i'm reading a really fascinating book
BARBARIANS by terry jones and
alan ereira.

it looks at history in regard to the romans
from the viewpoint of those the romans labeled
barbarians. using recent discoveries and long
ignored facts it seems that history really IS written
by the victors, lies and all. seems "spin" is nothing new.
it is really interesting without being dry .

if i had red hair i'd look like this today!!!

i certainly FEEL like this!

Sunday, October 01, 2006

when is it too late?

my grandfather's clock

sits on my mantle now
the seconds tick
how many since i noticed it
learned to tell time
understood how it slips and trips
as it passed me by, took me hostage?

i count in bundles of 5
another hour

another day
years i count in bundles of 5
50, going places i never wanted to be
doing things i never wanted to do
thinking things i never thought.