July, 2011


Sunday, July 31st, 2011

IF the democrats and President Obama agree to this unbelievably one-sided “debt ceiling” bill then what next?  The tea baggers have taken over the government without a whimper from the President.  He is a miserable excuse for the man who he campaigned for and called Obama.   

Without a leader in the democratic party, and I include the President, then where is the opposition going to come from?  (It’s a rhetorical question.)

There is no excuse for this new yellow-bellied definition of ”compromise” floated by the President.  Where is the damn compromise, please show it to me.  When only one side gives and the other side takes it’s called a failure, not a compromise. 

If this bill passes, I will support a primary challenger against Obama if I can stomach who it is. 

“Fasten your seat belts,

Wednesday, July 27th, 2011

it’s going to be a bumpy (ride)!” 

– hat tip to Bette Davis as Margo Channing in All About Eve.  I changed “bumpy night” to “bumpy ride.”

Lots of Luke and David balls will be bouncing forth and dancing on for the next few months ~~ transition at its finest!

Mom and Alzheimer’s and Mom’s Birthday and Me

Monday, July 25th, 2011

Yesterday was Mom’s birthday.  For the first time in my life I didn’t call her, I didn’t send her flowers, I didn’t send a card or a poem or a picture.  I let her birthday go by without so much as a thought.  For the first time in my life, for as far back as I can remember, I forgot her birthday. 

I miss you, Mom.  Do you know I didn’t call you yesterday, didn’t send flowers?  I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you I forgot.  It’s all I can think to do. 


R.I.P. Amy Winehouse

Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

This hurts. Too much sadness for me this morning.

On the wings of angels . . .

Rearranging the Molecules

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

I sit at my desk

inside a glitter globe

someone shakes it 

thank you

Sparks of light spin around me

whispering secrets 

while I sit

and write

Debt Ceiling — Oligarchy

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

My disgust has hit the debt ceiling and it hurts.  Mitch McConnell is only worried about what a financial crisis will do to his Republican party, no where does he say anything about the American people in his so-called compromise.  Please hold out, President Obama — no deal without phasing out all the tax cuts the Republicans passed under the stolen eight years of the Bush presidency.  I didn’t hear Republicans whining then, making threats about bringing our country to its knees.  Where were you then, tea party?  I would have steeped a tea bag with you.  But not anymore.  You’re too late and too stupid.  Yes, I said stupid. . .  Oh, you don’t think the cuts will affect you, your children, your parents, your friends?    

Right you are.   

“Vinegar Hill”

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

I read “Vinegar Hill” today, a novel by A. Manette Ansay.  I’ve never read a book when at the turn of every page I wanted to throw it against the wall, burn it, pitch it into the street but couldn’t because I was in such a rage my hands were paralyzed to release it from my grip.  I can hardly draw in a breath, hours later.  I can’t get the characters out of my heart.  Or my head.  Or my eyes. 

Do I recommend it?  Hell yeah! 

Hillcrest Flames and Smokes

Wednesday, July 6th, 2011

Terrible 3 alarm fire this afternoon in an historic building in Hillcrest, a block from where I live.  Many people have lost their homes and several businesses are destroyed.  A sad day indeed.  Donate to the Red Cross - they are assisting the people who have been burned out of their homes.   

Sweet Tea

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

It was a humid day in San Diego, my clothes stuck to my body like plastic wrap.  The day reminded me of my grandmother and then I longed for one of her tall, sweating ice cold glasses of sweet tea.   

July 3-4, 2011

Monday, July 4th, 2011

** JULY 3: Happy Birthday brother Randy. You enrich my life immeasurably.

And Croquet at Redwood Circle followed by Rook at Ann and Nancy’s. Doesn’t get any better than that!

** July 4: Thanks Susan Fosselman for hosting a jubilant July 4th barbecue and party. I got to celebrate with friends and also meet a new batch of your neighbors and friends. Your laugh is righteous, Susan! HU AH!