
Mama Cardinal
stares at me from her bower
with a baleful eye.
Photo by: Osquer
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
“You are a ghost by definition. You’re dead and still on Earth, but if you want to aspire to the appellation of apparition, you’ve got to get out there and DO something. You’ve got to frighten somebody! Otherwise, what are you? An intermittent, unexplained cold spot or at best a funny trick of the light easily explained away. What kind of existence is that?”
Years of working and eating my lunch in a prison has somewhat dulled my nature as a bon vivant, but a really good, creamy cheese can still send me into transports of delight. I think that’s one of the reasons that I enjoy packing things like brie and boursin for my lunch. Not only is it incongruous, but far more palatable than any of the inmate-created fare provided in the cafeteria
“Her Grace passed three years ago. She was thrown from her horse while riding with His Grace.” Andrews’ voice was devoid of emotion, a sure sign that he was overcome with feeling. “Her Grace’s kind nature was evident in her final words. She said, ‘Don’t shoot Excalibur. It wasn’t his fault.’”
“Excalibur?”
“Her horse, m’lady.”
“Um…Sir, I think I broke your…um…thing…” The shiny, silvery machine which had previously been whirling and sparking and smoking and clanking and clanging and ringing and rocking was now silent and still.
"I'm no polymath, but I do know more about the world that you do."
As a nation I don't think much of our people. I mean, look who they elected twice (well, the second time anyway and that's worse than electing him once, but I digress). As individuals, though I am often amazed at how kind people can be to total strangers. I think we really like to take care of each other.
I envy those who can just let go of the past. I can't seem to keep from replaying every mistake in my head, realizing over and over how I could have done better, constantly second guessing myself. If only I could accept my mistakes. If only I could forgive myself the wrongs that others have already forgotten.
"I'm your Venus! I'm your fire!" She was dancing in front of the full length bedroom mirror. The humidity had brought out the sweat on her back and he watched a trickle roll down into the waistband of her denim shorts.
“Well, this isn’t working, I grumbled, throwing down my screwdriver in dejection. “I can’t get any power out of this thing. All I can get it to generate is noise and smoke and I don’t see how that can help us.”
I felt like one of the kids in The Cat In The Hat. It was too rainy to go out and play in my hanging garden. All I could do was stare out the window at the little plants I’d been babying. At least I wouldn’t need to worry about watering them this afternoon. Nature was doing a great job of that for me.
Andrews thought hard about the difference between loyalty to his employer and what was right. He made a decision. “I will endeavor to assist you in any way I can, your ladyship if for no other reason than it is what Her Grace, your mother, may she rest in peace, would have asked of me.”
[FIRST] [PREVIOUS] (to be continued...)
When I asked you for help, I wasn’t looking for some sort of bombast on why men are superior to women at mechanics. I know perfectly well how to fix the lawnmower. I just couldn’t turn that bolt. It was your hand strength I needed. I wanted your brawn not your brains.
I lined up the thirteen tomato plants in the garden. I had bought a flat of twelve, but one of the cells had contained two tiny plants which I had successfully separated. Some would consider having thirteen plants unwise, but it didn't really bother me. Still, I might just have to buy another tomato plant anyway and name it Bilbo for luck.
Photo by: Osquer - May 15, 2007
Yesterday was just gorgeous. I had the day off for primary election day. I never understood why we get primary election day off but not election day, but I wasn't about to argue with a lovely day like this one free! I spent the whole day gardening and baking. Today dawned gray and wet, so I didn't mind so much going back to work.
I needed some carbohydrates, that was certain. I'd had nothing but an Ensure for breakfast and I'd been subsisting on Diet-Pepsi ever since. I'd been far too focused on getting the gardening done before the sun got too high. Now I needed a break...and some muffins. at a red light,
a stranger and I watch a
butterfly together
Photo by: Osquer - May 13, 2007
I watched, delighted, as Mom nibbled the first radish of the season. It was a little undersized, though it was the biggest one yet in the garden, but Mom had said that according to the seed packet when she planted them they would be ready for her birthday. So, Dad searched the radish bed for a worthy Birthday Radish for her.
"Doctor, doctor give me the news. I got a bad case of..." I wasn't sure where the music was coming from, but it was so infectiously cheerful after my inhibited day at work that I quickly followed it to its source and happily joined the children dancing in the venting fire hydrant in the street. Their boom-box made it like a festival.
I remember as a child that my maternal grandmother loved nonpareils. They are thin disks of chocolate with tiny white sugar beads coating the curved side. Yum yum! As I kid I strove to find my grandmother nonpareil nonpareils. We enjoyed them together on more than one occasion.
“What I’m looking for, Mr. Andrews, is information. I have no wish to put you in an uncomfortable position, but I know nothing about my father’s household and the situation I’ve placed myself into. If I'm to have any hope discovering what happened to me as a baby, I must learn all that I can.”
“What is wrong with you?”
As the anniversary of last year's first tomato all too slowly approaches, I find myself electronically thumbing through last year's garden and harvest photos to inspire myself with patience. Each day I scrutinize the tiny plants for any sign of growth. Poor little things, I must be making them very nervous. I'll bet I look like Snoopy doing his vulture impression.
I was so busy looking for the exit that I bumped right into the tall dark stranger I'd glimpsed earlier.