Ok So the holiday is over, thk God. It is tons of people and racer-speeders on the road , and this holiday- Memorial Day, always means that the end of the school year is just around, lurking just around, foreboding this year, just around my corner....
I love America, I said a prayer for the Vets, decorated my lil old car with R,W&B on the rear dash. Tried to get a new place to live (unsuccessfully)---Why? Because even tho I have worked as a sub for one year I neither got enough work nor was paid enough when I did to put the 2500.00 by that I need to get thru the summer. My June check is less than my rent amount!! Hey hey!! I am just teaching your kids!! Why help with a little lower rent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
O ya, I know, think positive, maybe I will get one of those non-existent jobs that are not out there to see me thru till the fall when I can start this mess all over again...
Don't think so. At least not around the affluent effluent Middle Kingdom I am beyond bored widdit. I miss the tall trees, the rivers, and waterways, the solitude in the fragrant scented pines of the northwest. I have paid a huge price to live in the sunny rusty golden state after relocating in what actually took several attempts. So I can pay triple everything and make two thirds less of a wage than I did over the border. Oh well like Marilyn Monroe said in "Some like it hot " ---- "That's the story of my life---I always get the fuzzy end of the loolipop." or lolly poop or doolally............................................................
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Happy BD to My First Beautiful Golden Girl
Sweet lil blackbirds down in the street
Love to hear your morning song
Cheep, Cheep, Cheep
Today is my late mother's birthday and I miss her so very much. She was my original golden girl, an Irish-Scottish lass with a fiery heart and a bird song soul/////She was the ultimate homemaker mom ala 1950s, an outstanding cook, a devoted wife, an aspiring woman first of the generation to seek work outside the home.
Of course that was not until the turbulent 60s during the feminist revolution. My mother stepped out into the workforce and I symbolically burned my bra ( no connection!.) Once I felt G's velour shirt against my skin I never again wore one. ( a little side note)
Anyway, I love you, admire you, bless and praise you for your wit, your heroic spirit, your vim and tenacity---She was one strong broad, a tough cookie, a straight arrow, and an awesome woman. Happy BD to my beautiful pearl, to you in the heavens, and to my late Pops, and sweet little G-----I will see you all, God knows when---on the other side.
PS: Happiest of 63rd birthdays to another golden girl: Stevie Nicks---Long may she reign!
Love to hear your morning song
Cheep, Cheep, Cheep
Today is my late mother's birthday and I miss her so very much. She was my original golden girl, an Irish-Scottish lass with a fiery heart and a bird song soul/////She was the ultimate homemaker mom ala 1950s, an outstanding cook, a devoted wife, an aspiring woman first of the generation to seek work outside the home.
Of course that was not until the turbulent 60s during the feminist revolution. My mother stepped out into the workforce and I symbolically burned my bra ( no connection!.) Once I felt G's velour shirt against my skin I never again wore one. ( a little side note)
Anyway, I love you, admire you, bless and praise you for your wit, your heroic spirit, your vim and tenacity---She was one strong broad, a tough cookie, a straight arrow, and an awesome woman. Happy BD to my beautiful pearl, to you in the heavens, and to my late Pops, and sweet little G-----I will see you all, God knows when---on the other side.
PS: Happiest of 63rd birthdays to another golden girl: Stevie Nicks---Long may she reign!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Eye of The Storm
Good Morning World: How are you??? Here is a partial "Word List" for May, 2011:
Fun, park, bird song, beauty, sweet people, music, out of the pothole loop------
Blocks, detours springboards,
"Twisted, crumpled, chunks of metal." Msn.com May 23, 2011-----------------
On Nightly News last night a boomer age couple were interviewed. They had been spared from the violent tornado which hit Joplin, Missouri yesterday. "The Lord's Prayer saw us through," the wife said
"I bet I must have repeated it 100 times. That's all that got us through."...
"They just came by and told us that the house isn't structurally sound and we're gonna have to leave."
I know how devastation feels. Not from a natural disaster ( and man cannot control the Mother Earth ). But I know heartbreak, loss, betrayal, and grief. I have known the long, dark night of the soul. I have been without a home. I can empathathize. I have started over- many, many times. Felt despondent at times. And yet......
We humans have an indefinable will to go on, to keep fighting, to not give up, to try and try and try yet again--- to not to lose hope, to not lose faith.
"Dazed,stunned, confused." Words of a reporter describing people's reactions. Word lists of now. Harsh and never- ending now, all our circumstances can seem.
The eye of the storm over all. Around the globe, not just Joplin, Pakistan, Iran, Palestine, not just Mexico, Columbia, or Iceland. We're all in it---whirling, twirling, falling, running, getting up once more. I have in my sub bag I carry with me when I teach, a little Japanese saying, something like- fall 7 times, get up eight.
Here is to the world my hope- for winging it thru the eye of the storm, on this krazy, krazy, wild Mother Earth of ours, that we all should see peace and a glimmer, a shimmer of beauty to sustain us to the end.
And don't forget-- if you are able, to keep a spare blanket and a little pillow for your loved ones, dental floss, and perhaps, some good books near by, Always..............................................wayfaringsub...........................
Fun, park, bird song, beauty, sweet people, music, out of the pothole loop------
Blocks, detours springboards,
"Twisted, crumpled, chunks of metal." Msn.com May 23, 2011-----------------
On Nightly News last night a boomer age couple were interviewed. They had been spared from the violent tornado which hit Joplin, Missouri yesterday. "The Lord's Prayer saw us through," the wife said
"I bet I must have repeated it 100 times. That's all that got us through."...
"They just came by and told us that the house isn't structurally sound and we're gonna have to leave."
I know how devastation feels. Not from a natural disaster ( and man cannot control the Mother Earth ). But I know heartbreak, loss, betrayal, and grief. I have known the long, dark night of the soul. I have been without a home. I can empathathize. I have started over- many, many times. Felt despondent at times. And yet......
We humans have an indefinable will to go on, to keep fighting, to not give up, to try and try and try yet again--- to not to lose hope, to not lose faith.
"Dazed,stunned, confused." Words of a reporter describing people's reactions. Word lists of now. Harsh and never- ending now, all our circumstances can seem.
The eye of the storm over all. Around the globe, not just Joplin, Pakistan, Iran, Palestine, not just Mexico, Columbia, or Iceland. We're all in it---whirling, twirling, falling, running, getting up once more. I have in my sub bag I carry with me when I teach, a little Japanese saying, something like- fall 7 times, get up eight.
Here is to the world my hope- for winging it thru the eye of the storm, on this krazy, krazy, wild Mother Earth of ours, that we all should see peace and a glimmer, a shimmer of beauty to sustain us to the end.
And don't forget-- if you are able, to keep a spare blanket and a little pillow for your loved ones, dental floss, and perhaps, some good books near by, Always..............................................wayfaringsub...........................
Monday, May 23, 2011
New 2011 Blog
First off: Hi if you are reading, I am trying to post publicly, have to use a public computer to print out the pages of instruction on how to do this as I do not have a printer and I soon will have NO PLACE TO LIVE!!!!!!
2nd: I am NOT following the Blog: South Bay Film Shoot, but do not know how to remove it, Nothing against the site, it is not relevant to my blog.
Thirdly: Hi -how are any of you today? Healthy and happy,,,, I could hope and dream and wish it to be so....
Here on the sunny, clear, and cool Central California Coast, one year from my first post a year ago I am reflecting back on just what an unsuccessful year this has been. I no longer live near the sweet mocking bird---I gave that living situation up in what turned out to be a fruitless quest to relocate to LAand/or Orange Counties and WOW what an experience that turned out to be...I can leave it at that, Maybe the phrase you can't go home again, for me, really is true.
I grew up near Knotts Berry Farm in one of the many new subdivisions built in the middle of the 20th century. Southern Calif in the 50s and 60s was basically, from my childhood perspective, paradise on earth. The climate was ideal, warm and sunny. The streets were safe, you could, as a teenager go out till midnight and never fear for your safety. Nightstalkers, gangs, and Amber Alerts --these were non-existent when I grew up. Back then, it truly was "it's all good" and "no worries," two current-day phrases not in usage back then. I could, as a wee girl, walk miles during the day to the outdoor shopping center. "Malls" had not yet been invented in Southern Calif, that structure/community/ catch-all and be-all was invented during my teen years.
Yes, I am an aging boomer (never unfortunately a yuppie- upwardly mobile boomer I sometimes think). I was an original flower child, I prefer that turn of words, altho I was also an official hippie. There are a lot of stories there, perhaps in another future, to be written...
I am still alive, unlike many of my generation. I really am grateful to be alive, yes it is a blessing, a gratitude..... altho I have been wondering, trying for, earnestly seeking, a reason, a purpose, a way of being fully alive that I still have not found for myself. What is my destiny? Will it ever,ever be fulfilled? I have seen so many of my gifts and talents lie so dormant thru so many decades now, well specifically this past decade of my life, my fifties......Perhaps my purpose is merely to survive being alive in this crazy-spinning universe of now.
For any of you young people out there, believe me when I tell you---- choices you make in your teens today can impact your life ----sometimes without you knowing, sometimes with the most uplifted of spirits, the most worthy intentions for good, for peace, for justice, for love, for beauty, and freedom, yes my dear younger generations, I am afraid, sometimes, thru no fault or maybe sometimes your fault, thru your youthful blindness, fate, God, or destiny, yes, things in your life can rearrange, twist, hang you out in the winds of change, like a feather, floating,spinning, arriving, in all the glorious sun-warmed, it's - a- wonderful life -but I wish it coulda been shoulda been better breeze-----------
2nd: I am NOT following the Blog: South Bay Film Shoot, but do not know how to remove it, Nothing against the site, it is not relevant to my blog.
Thirdly: Hi -how are any of you today? Healthy and happy,,,, I could hope and dream and wish it to be so....
Here on the sunny, clear, and cool Central California Coast, one year from my first post a year ago I am reflecting back on just what an unsuccessful year this has been. I no longer live near the sweet mocking bird---I gave that living situation up in what turned out to be a fruitless quest to relocate to LAand/or Orange Counties and WOW what an experience that turned out to be...I can leave it at that, Maybe the phrase you can't go home again, for me, really is true.
I grew up near Knotts Berry Farm in one of the many new subdivisions built in the middle of the 20th century. Southern Calif in the 50s and 60s was basically, from my childhood perspective, paradise on earth. The climate was ideal, warm and sunny. The streets were safe, you could, as a teenager go out till midnight and never fear for your safety. Nightstalkers, gangs, and Amber Alerts --these were non-existent when I grew up. Back then, it truly was "it's all good" and "no worries," two current-day phrases not in usage back then. I could, as a wee girl, walk miles during the day to the outdoor shopping center. "Malls" had not yet been invented in Southern Calif, that structure/community/ catch-all and be-all was invented during my teen years.
Yes, I am an aging boomer (never unfortunately a yuppie- upwardly mobile boomer I sometimes think). I was an original flower child, I prefer that turn of words, altho I was also an official hippie. There are a lot of stories there, perhaps in another future, to be written...
I am still alive, unlike many of my generation. I really am grateful to be alive, yes it is a blessing, a gratitude..... altho I have been wondering, trying for, earnestly seeking, a reason, a purpose, a way of being fully alive that I still have not found for myself. What is my destiny? Will it ever,ever be fulfilled? I have seen so many of my gifts and talents lie so dormant thru so many decades now, well specifically this past decade of my life, my fifties......Perhaps my purpose is merely to survive being alive in this crazy-spinning universe of now.
For any of you young people out there, believe me when I tell you---- choices you make in your teens today can impact your life ----sometimes without you knowing, sometimes with the most uplifted of spirits, the most worthy intentions for good, for peace, for justice, for love, for beauty, and freedom, yes my dear younger generations, I am afraid, sometimes, thru no fault or maybe sometimes your fault, thru your youthful blindness, fate, God, or destiny, yes, things in your life can rearrange, twist, hang you out in the winds of change, like a feather, floating,spinning, arriving, in all the glorious sun-warmed, it's - a- wonderful life -but I wish it coulda been shoulda been better breeze-----------
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