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Random Monday stuff

barbara — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 16:25:31 -0600

garry wiibarbara writes

Much as I love chickadees, even I am growing weary of the Thanksgiving photo, now stale as dried-out stuffing. Or something. Metaphors have taken a break, too, it seems.

What to say? Well, for starters, brother Garry went home yesterday after a month-long stay with me following surgery. As some of you may recall, Garry is my little brother -- and also an adult with mental retardation. A sweeter guy you cannot possibly imagine. At least, he is when he's with me. He gets a kick out grinning while telling folks, "Mess with me and you mess with my sister!" Thus is a fierce, hypervigilant advocate pigeon-holed. *g*

Apparently Garry has some cranky moments at home with his roommate, but then so did I. You, too? Here's how we decided to deal with it. Read on, Macduff.

Solstice eve

barbara — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 16:30:29 -0600

barbara writes

Saturday afternoon. Big fluffy snow on top of fluffy snow from earlier in the week. My snowplowing guy just took his first pass at my driveway and the long, winding stairs up to the house. I blew him a kiss. I’m sure he was thrilled. He did smile.

The wind is up enough now that the birds have stopped the frenetic gorging that started early this morning. And though I can’t see them, I have little doubt the squirrels are lying in wait somewhere, plotting their next assault on the bird feeders. I just read somewhere about a guy who smears BenGay on his feeder poles. Apparently it’s a close to fool-proof deterrent. Too bad no one tried that on the desk chair in the Oval Office.

Thirty-one days. One month exactly until the door slams shut on you-know-who’s sorry butt as he swaggers and smirks his way back to Texas. He’d have to be completely stupid to think that anyone much will miss him. What’s that you say? Oh, well then, never mind.

Thirty-one days. One month exactly for Dubya and Darth to manipulate, intimidate and incinerate. There's more.

Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus

barbara — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 08:43:06 -0600

barbara writes

Ring the bells that still can ring,
forget your perfect offering,
there's a crack in everything,
that's how the light gets in.

~ from Leonard Cohen's "Anthem"

Wishing you all a peaceful and satisfying holiday!