Monday, January 28, 2002

Sheesh!

Sheesh!  It’s been WAY too long since I’ve posted.  Due to a stray space in one of the Blogger tags, I haven’t been able to publish in months.  I finally went through the code with a fine-tooth comb and found that li’l bugger though… Have I mentioned that I detest troubleshooting code?  Well, at least now I know it’s all so clean it squeaks!

Doing a little maintenance and sprucing up around here; I think it’s time OB’s really unleashed on the world…

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

I am sick to my soul

I’m in a state of shock.  America is at war… we’re not quite sure with WHOM yet, but when we are, justice should be swift and befitting the horrific nature of the acts committed against us.  I wouldn’t call myself a patriotic person, but I believe in the freedom America stands for, and as a country we cannot allow ourselves to be intimidated into giving up our freedoms for a sense of “security.” We the people WILL stick together and fight the enemies of freedom, with fucking ball bats and crowbars if it comes down to it.  Though I have to admit there’s a part of me that hopes the US will just eradicate the country from whence the threat and show ALL terrorists that there will be no quarter given.

While I’m not really fearful for my safety at home, I *would* rather be with my family 75 miles away; if for no other reason than I think it’s important for those of us who love each other be together in this horrific time of sadness and mourning.  Then again, I’ve always been one to feel it’s important to gather the tribe.  There are so many things that I thought were worthy of stressing over yesterday, that mean little or nothing today.  Job, house, possessions… all easily replaced.  My life and the lives of those I love, the moments I can share with them are irreplaceable.  I have a lot of thinking to do… today my thoughts and attitudes have been forever changed.

I’ll never be the same.

Prayers and thoughts to everyone whose lives were affected in today’s tragedies.  May you and yours find peace, and may justice be served so the loss of life is not in vain.

Monday, September 03, 2001

Summer is officially over

Not that it makes much difference to those of us who no longer attend school, except that the freeways are a bit less crowded.  I’ll be laboring on Labor Day, since there are still so many unfinished domestic tasks.  My entire body is stiff and sore from yard work 2 days ago, but I can’t let that stand in the way of getting as much work done as I possibly can!  When weekends present the only opportunity to get things done, time slips by quickly.  Next thing I know, it’ll be too cold and wet to get anything accomplished so I’m feeling the pressure to get the yard done to my satisfaction before the weather turns.

Wednesday, July 25, 2001

You can, in fact, go home again

My trip back to Waterbury was an emotional roller coaster!  I finally got to meet my hero, Dee Snider, which was the biggest thrill of my lifetime so far.  See pix of Dee Day here. 

While I was elated to see family and friends after being so long away, there was some sadness in having to visit other loved ones who left this life too soon.  I finally went and visited my father’s grave, and kept a promise I made to a lover many years ago:  to smoke a joint at his grave.  Damn him, I really wanted to be an 80-year-old crazy lady before having to keep that vow.  Sadly, he took himself out in 1993… and it hurts to this day to know he’s gone forever.

It was a bit surreal to pop in to the old neighborhood bar with Rob, and be faced with a picture and a plaque hanging on the wall in memory of someone who meant so much to me that the sight of it caused the same feeling of iron bands choking my heart that assailed me when I heard he’d passed away.  To make matters worse, I spent almost an hour trying to find his resting place before giving up and going to the bar to ask someone to direct me.  I kept thinking to myself, “Even in death this bastard’s leading me a merry chase!”.  That was the way of things with us all those years ago, too, when I was young and foolish and let myself be misused by those I loved. Anyhow, I still wandered a bit trying to locate his grave but just when I was about to give up I saw a beautiful young buck standing amidst the headstones.  He took off before I could get my camera out and turned on, but by following in the direction of his escape I finally found what I sought. 

In death, unlike life, I guess it was ok for me to catch the guy and let him know how much I cared.

Monday, June 11, 2001

Sometimes the gods smile

Woo hoo!  Dr. C is indeed a member of my provider network once again, so I’ll be making an appointment with him ASAP after I get back from Connecticut.