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Archive for April, 2012

Fun, Sweet, Scary and finally, Totally Bizarre.

Birthday party #8 (I count baby shower as #1) was a success.  A fire pit drove off the chill, the kids tore around the back lot, s’mores cake and s’mores ice cream were had by all, parents chatted, and since most of the kids were hippie children, the presents were lovely, hand-made things and really good books.  I always look forward to the singing, too. Since so many of our parents and kids are musically talented, the harmonizing is over the top.  It’s like being with my musical family again.

During my sixth birthday party, my folksinger grandfather burst through the door singing happy birthday and playing on my late grandmother’s autoharp.  At the end of the song he knelt and gently placed the harp in my arms.  An amazing instrument, passed on from the Blue whose ashes had been scattered, to the little Blue who had inherited her spirit.  May I pass it on in turn.

On a different note, there was a neo-nazi rally today in Kentucky’s capital, Frankfort.  I was on birthday duty, but a group I belong to, Louisville SURJ (Showing Up for Racial Justice) was, and my church sent a few, too.  It is not an easy thing, to face these people, and I’m proud of my friends and all who stood up to the bullies today.

And on an even more different note … the other day I was with a client, and we got to talking about our weeks.  This woman, a prim Catholic grandmother, says, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, the best part of the weekend was having a sex party for my youngest daughter!”

!!!!????

When my jaw returned from the floor, I told myself, well, you really can’t judge a book by its cover, can you.  Dude, her daughter is PREGNANT.  They were guessing the sex of the baby.


Help Solve the Mystery of the MISSING BEER! ps: your butt.

GARDEN UPDATE! GARDEN UPDATE! Remember the beer? It went missing!  One morning I went out, and the 1/2 pint jar was GONE, leaving just an empty hole in the lettuce patch! PEOPLE, WHO TOOK THE BEER??

So the other day my dog Jake broke out of the house and went tearing off after the neighbor’s cat Baking Soda (I don’t know why I call him that), and I chased him to the thorny, shrubby place where the back yards meet at the corner, and when I caught up with him I was dirty and scratched and really pissed, but the point is I FOUND THE BEER.  Or at least the beer swimming pool.  The half pint jar was empty, on the other side of the fence, on the neighbor’s side.  Lying in a patch of poison ivy. I left it there. Because, you know, poison ivy.

WHY? WHY WAS THE BEER POOL IN THAT SPOT? WHO MOVED THE BEER?  This is really bothering me.

Part Two, What’s In My Garden
because you want to know

I have planted, to date: romaine lettuce, spinach, kale, chard, garlic, broccoli, mesclun, snap peas, isn’t this interesting, onions, blackberries and a mess of flowers: zinnias, cosmos, dahlias, pansies, forget-me-nots, daisies, no please don’t go I want you to read this, black eyed susans, lambs ear  and something else I’m forgetting.  What I planted last year that’s still there: sage, thyme (or is it oregano?), spearmint, stay with me here people, peppermint, strawberries, raspberries and maybe a few stubborn perennials in the raspberry patch.  What’s in my window, waiting for frost danger to pass: bright boy, roma and cascade tomatoes, jalepenos, we’re almost done, parsley for my mother in law, a few more flats of chard.  Still to plant: canteloupe, watermelon, zucchini, cukes, black raspberry canes, aren’t you jealous of my garden, cilantro, basil, oregano (or is it thyme?), lavender, rosemary, your butt.

I know I’m forgetting stuff, and I’m real sorry, because I know this really matters to you.

Found in my garden today: a blue-tail skink with its tail missing.  No wonder Bob was vomiting last night.

 

 


the quiet pirate

We haven’t abandoned ye, mateys, and it’s not like nothing interesting’s been happening.  I’ve been working my fanny off.   Currently I’m sick with some kind of fever-y vomitous bug thing.  Blog posting will resume post illness, and post living social deal (expiration: end of April! I see the light!).

For the time being, I offer you this.

Go there.