tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47694062504226145172024-02-07T22:33:11.651-08:00innermostinnermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-53195890596550055892015-08-30T14:09:00.000-07:002015-08-30T14:16:55.596-07:004 months4 months without writing here? Well that's winter for you! All the while we were snowed in, depressed & eating everything in sight, did I write one word? No! All the time I couldn't get out the door because of compacted snow, did I write? No.All the hours of cold seeping in under the doors, did I write? No. All the nights shivering under quilts because of a puny heating system? No. The well needed replaced; the heat went out; the electric wavered; the wireless service sputtered to a stop; the dog died. No,no,no.<br />
Then came the on & off again cruel spring of Martha's Vineyard. Hope & despair, hope & despair, despair & the tiniest hope. The snow finally melted & I had to go pay my taxes. Despair. Did I write?No.<br />
Then came summer. Who can write when it's summer? Beaches, house guests, failed garden projects, house guests whose baggage included much drama & never enough champagne.<br />
So autumn approaches, her gnarled tree branches showing through a meager canopy of caterpillar chewed lace. Insects who are determined to survive by moving into the house arrive. They have strange colors & shapes. I'm certain they have crossbred with each other on those hot summer nights to create mutants never shown in nature handbooks. The houseguests' remnants need to be mailed to them & laundry continues undiminished.<br />
But today, sitting on the deck, the dogs quiet for a moment, I can write.<br />
The perfect winter tenants have arrived. My house is brilliantly clean. My cupboards brilliantly organized. My fridge filled with foods I've never tasted.<br />
The perfect time to start to plan my last annual trek to New Orleans.<br />
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Now I will write.innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-17120595697169476042015-04-13T04:20:00.003-07:002015-04-13T04:20:30.607-07:00You Said, I HeardYou said, "Loose waves are the look."<br />
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Sigh...innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-63176293841565135302014-05-05T04:52:00.003-07:002014-05-05T04:52:50.382-07:00You said -I heardYou said TracPhone<br />
I heard Crack Phoneinnermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-20930616486559268692013-10-24T08:46:00.001-07:002013-10-24T08:46:22.927-07:00You said-I heardYou said cell health is essential<br />
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Aging is so much fun.innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-48217316127804982762013-03-29T08:59:00.000-07:002013-03-29T08:59:04.223-07:00Procrastination 101Inertia is my natural state.<br />
Growing up enduring Catholic Mass taught me the ability to sit absolutely still - unmoving - while not paying attention to whatever was being said. This served me poorly in college. When a professor would begin a lecture I would go "out the window". This also served me poorly in my marriage. When my then hubby began to explain whatever, I would go "out the window".<br />
Now I have perfected this to whenever I tell myself I must do something I can sit absolute still - unmoving - while not paying attention to whatever is being said.<br />
Out the window.innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-88581276690077534512012-12-08T13:43:00.001-08:002012-12-08T13:43:11.825-08:00aged hearingHe said,"Get relief in tablets"<br />
I heard, "Get belief in Catholics"innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-70641672468083529672012-07-25T07:51:00.003-07:002012-07-25T07:56:01.674-07:00Just a reminder...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Don't burn bridges. It pollutes the river.innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-36563326616943649172012-07-11T07:55:00.000-07:002012-07-11T07:55:06.748-07:00THAT week in August<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPMKlj8xqXtfjHkzFq9HfyKdVJZVmq3AJespAMUHLnRKS36c_nCYLi56uh83AzkmHqznh76hKhBVx_CdHrLN6uNeLJNuLdOm1wslgYXj5PN0nkOMpR51_jhrY2oU03-trCEveg3rCUEUe/s1600/V%2527s+fireworks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642919610614533762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPMKlj8xqXtfjHkzFq9HfyKdVJZVmq3AJespAMUHLnRKS36c_nCYLi56uh83AzkmHqznh76hKhBVx_CdHrLN6uNeLJNuLdOm1wslgYXj5PN0nkOMpR51_jhrY2oU03-trCEveg3rCUEUe/s400/V%2527s+fireworks.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 98px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 130px;" /></a>always always always my absolutely favorite time. This week of Illumination Night, Agricultural Fair, Oak Bluffs Firemen's Fireworks, Presidential Vacation sightings is truly what I live for here.<br />
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A full house complete with chaos, drama & an unbelievable mess of people, dogs, music & food.</div>
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BUT...<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/11/business/economy/the-spreading-scourge-of-corporate-corruption.html?smid=pl-share">http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/11/business/economy/the-spreading-scourge-of-corporate-corruption.html?smid=pl-share</a>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-60153002320529197702012-04-17T05:21:00.003-07:002012-04-17T05:39:26.636-07:00New Orleans Love Song<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7uE3roLKsTot9Pg13eyrHYa56zXEFTBkhbz6Bj6sL20fWgPjmhtCccgGdjjOp38M4B0ibawn4pVrjJWM-GIo0wiKS6ERFLMb4UaTxAijdrT2F4j0QfBYXkqhM3VplI93vvHaMpW2zuQK/s1600/002_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7uE3roLKsTot9Pg13eyrHYa56zXEFTBkhbz6Bj6sL20fWgPjmhtCccgGdjjOp38M4B0ibawn4pVrjJWM-GIo0wiKS6ERFLMb4UaTxAijdrT2F4j0QfBYXkqhM3VplI93vvHaMpW2zuQK/s400/002_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732348239914416466" /></a><br />Here's what I will miss about New Orleans:<div>The hissing of the electrical wires when it rains-</div><div>The rain that smells like gardenias & jasmine mating</div><div>The squirrels chasing each other outside my kitchen window</div><div>People costuming for no reason at all</div><div>People costuming for any reason at all</div><div>People costuming</div><div>Costuming as a verb, noun,advective</div><div>The smells of Monday beans cooking all around the block</div><div>The neighbors asking "how ya doing" as I walk by</div><div>Strangers asking "how ya doing" as I walk by</div><div>Folks who ask "how ya doing" not really needing an answer</div><div>Impossibly violent looking sunrises</div><div>Purple skies at night</div><div>The random trumpet blare on the block</div><div>The random drum riff on the block</div><div>The random trombone bleat on the block</div><div>The random meeting of trombone, trumpet & drums on the block</div><div>The random second line</div><div>Making a new best friend at the bus stop</div><div>The spontaneous party that is the streetcar stop</div><div>Beads in trees</div><div>Beads in the rain</div><div>Beads in the detritus after a fire</div><div>Beads</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-35735129444224385982012-03-20T06:03:00.002-07:002012-03-20T06:06:57.367-07:00he said -she said - I heardHe said, "You need more intelligence"<div>I heard, "You need more embellishments"</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-2865521276616975332011-12-31T08:13:00.000-08:002011-12-31T08:28:33.013-08:002011 bah humbug<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMxyECNJrMRZk9ryPYHfGkc16DKiTGRpggFpflWgwpQMPTbX65pJ3lac5WiWtAX-ajuCR3iT1E5eJTLzOy9d0FEXYwEZI4JArYi6iHhyGHEIFDztaxTo4nyy592lcLt6IT34jthbhb9m5/s1600/383845_10150458174321953_650356952_8993196_1875704932_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMxyECNJrMRZk9ryPYHfGkc16DKiTGRpggFpflWgwpQMPTbX65pJ3lac5WiWtAX-ajuCR3iT1E5eJTLzOy9d0FEXYwEZI4JArYi6iHhyGHEIFDztaxTo4nyy592lcLt6IT34jthbhb9m5/s400/383845_10150458174321953_650356952_8993196_1875704932_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692329953053132738" /></a>This pretty much sums it up....on many levels<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I know something positive happened during the year but, in retrospect,except for Brooke & Laura's wedding, I am hard pressed to find it.<div>I'll not dwell on the harsh memories. Really.</div><div>Suffice it to say 2011 sucked in so many ways that I am looking forward to 2012 in ways I never imagined.</div><div>Yes, I will be another year older but then so will everyone.</div><div><br /></div></div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-26707700769315588582011-11-30T07:00:00.000-08:002011-11-30T07:04:26.009-08:00Morning with dogs in NOLA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1q30w7TYG0xH0WQDhYD2PooCwvxHmrK9KYPwL5n8EHVLnOfRS4OmBDrb8zRm6RsxJOFLpHPy3sx-DAUpedt07Wa-tlZuhgeSHRVoK16yyVSG5aGtsD9lH3OJEcxxYleWFAmC_HRfiS140/s1600/Baron+Samedi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1q30w7TYG0xH0WQDhYD2PooCwvxHmrK9KYPwL5n8EHVLnOfRS4OmBDrb8zRm6RsxJOFLpHPy3sx-DAUpedt07Wa-tlZuhgeSHRVoK16yyVSG5aGtsD9lH3OJEcxxYleWFAmC_HRfiS140/s320/Baron+Samedi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680804051330304162" /></a>I'm not really sure, but I THINK I saw this guy delivering a door to my neighbors this morning from the back of a government vehicle that looked suspiciously like a coroner's van.<div><br /></div><div>New Orleans can be a little unsettling in the morning light.</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-34466899580632947582011-11-09T11:59:00.000-08:002011-11-09T12:01:33.135-08:00he said -she said - I heardhe said: You are a northeastern liberal jihadist<div>I heard: You are a northeastern liberal Goddess.</div><div><br /></div><div>I like mine better</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-64641170714441315222011-11-02T06:19:00.000-07:002011-11-09T12:02:28.077-08:00he said -she said - I heardWhat you said: My asthma is kicking in again.<div>What I heard: Miasma is kicking in.</div><div><br /></div><div>whatever -both suck</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-62060700651837992412011-09-03T14:53:00.000-07:002011-09-03T14:59:18.179-07:00NOLA dreaming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0z6Z2bFdkq8EjpO2UJyCNO09MaZ7Pq1PPbDh76WIt-i9RfiVE-650VdsDQO95qdeFyHQAs0Zu7hHZJ8KUYEdfaCiINrIpokl_W4lp2QXz1ncqS4WVUlFM_xXaL1YK_G2aBYLtgQKuVv2/s1600/9962414-standard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0z6Z2bFdkq8EjpO2UJyCNO09MaZ7Pq1PPbDh76WIt-i9RfiVE-650VdsDQO95qdeFyHQAs0Zu7hHZJ8KUYEdfaCiINrIpokl_W4lp2QXz1ncqS4WVUlFM_xXaL1YK_G2aBYLtgQKuVv2/s400/9962414-standard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648255127983329490" /></a>No one but No one welcomes a storm in the way New Orleans does. Oh, LordieLord let me live & die in a city with this much humor.innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-38230897637318980362011-08-30T06:03:00.000-07:002013-03-29T09:01:33.819-07:00Aftermath<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwayQTTW1yhVoQM8pOxahfzpsK1h97t4Q_95BMlmKFyOe7oAJszN7ofZbcKrPGYddj1YNumyzj7h2jt2_QXg6Bz8RTuR3cEDC3KH-x4MOXN7QyaIRaAvHxdBhrzN59eoAVwJes6468rCO/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646634148430569842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLwayQTTW1yhVoQM8pOxahfzpsK1h97t4Q_95BMlmKFyOe7oAJszN7ofZbcKrPGYddj1YNumyzj7h2jt2_QXg6Bz8RTuR3cEDC3KH-x4MOXN7QyaIRaAvHxdBhrzN59eoAVwJes6468rCO/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /></a>When this is the extent of the damage from a hurricane it is easy to forget how devastating water & wind can be.<br />
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Although my clematis may never be the same, I will not forget the devastation of Katrina that brought America's most beautiful city to her knees 6 years ago.</div>
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Although my lawn & gardens are covered with leaves, twigs & acorns, I cannot forget those washed away in the low-country.</div>
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innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-5393584779011946952011-08-28T05:59:00.000-07:002011-08-30T06:02:32.041-07:00astronomical!Astronomical high tide - what a concept!<div>Astrological high tide - hmmmm</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-25880888747774809582011-08-27T09:48:00.000-07:002011-08-27T10:02:06.238-07:00In case you were wondering<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_AxVzxYjJLPhKGitSYbS1va858L2IMSa0azva-tk-P_wPpfEfLvWb5aWuiEHbRdGKc88t84s9DCuVoD3JpzYLFuCL7hM9IJy6EkAm-QLrGDyJj-vUlbQ9VwiS-3EWF1OZS_b6ophaoms/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_AxVzxYjJLPhKGitSYbS1va858L2IMSa0azva-tk-P_wPpfEfLvWb5aWuiEHbRdGKc88t84s9DCuVoD3JpzYLFuCL7hM9IJy6EkAm-QLrGDyJj-vUlbQ9VwiS-3EWF1OZS_b6ophaoms/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645581247892014386" /></a>
<br />I am sitting here awaiting Hurricane Irene. <div>Dogs and cats at the ready. <div><div>Brought the grill in, I know not to use it.</div><div>Left the hottub outside. Wish i could bring it in.</div><div>The dryer is still broken. Last weeks guest laundry still in piles.</div><div>Hand washed some undies now drying in the kitchen. Classy.</div><div>Outdoor plants & chairs also in kitchen.</div><div>Batteries are in the flashlights.</div><div>Candles at hand.</div><div>Extra ice in coolers & freezer.</div></div></div><div>Phones & other electronics charging. Dog is helping. (see above)</div><div>Pile of books also in the kitchen.</div><div>TV scaring the shit outta me.</div><div>But I'm ready.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>& right now I'm bored silly.</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-40570475821400812862011-08-15T14:43:00.000-07:002011-08-16T03:57:14.135-07:00corndoggers++<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozydOLMM45kSvXvFM3CEgihxPvoBwe0fcI1H8SAHrXtSNhAHRWE92gx1OON7Clo4Or85tW2_2L46oHQHIXaKn2UgZ0PE4G_PHQDMzn2G0ayB-zWfrbABTFKl_z2G8UvrpqWiQ9t5dDjt7/s1600/610x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozydOLMM45kSvXvFM3CEgihxPvoBwe0fcI1H8SAHrXtSNhAHRWE92gx1OON7Clo4Or85tW2_2L46oHQHIXaKn2UgZ0PE4G_PHQDMzn2G0ayB-zWfrbABTFKl_z2G8UvrpqWiQ9t5dDjt7/s400/610x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201887932284402" /></a>AND not to be outdone...1 day late but right in there lickin'innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-12965257539502667852011-08-15T05:09:00.000-07:002011-08-16T03:56:40.355-07:00corndoggers+<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RPZWgyZPPWjl7m1ZcScdj2GjznT4Ygnx7CCh7eyslS8N0Kief_L4GsyBQwStksmAgeOK3KMvf7elgyMzRyN-4q8uNLOX7jfIcaok0uHMhpcEN0beMF5MjvXsL9d07_rimAMyI8uMGksK/s1600/Santorumicecream1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RPZWgyZPPWjl7m1ZcScdj2GjznT4Ygnx7CCh7eyslS8N0Kief_L4GsyBQwStksmAgeOK3KMvf7elgyMzRyN-4q8uNLOX7jfIcaok0uHMhpcEN0beMF5MjvXsL9d07_rimAMyI8uMGksK/s400/Santorumicecream1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641053967101446482" /></a>What in the world? Do all GOTP candidates have deep throats?<div>Add this to the Bachmann corndoggers for a complete set of GOTP hypocrites seeking office in our sad country. No wonder we are becoming a third world nation!</div><div>Just sayin'...</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-47614187131293828282011-08-13T15:24:00.000-07:002011-08-16T03:55:45.547-07:00corndoggers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Dg9fefARdhkzydjZ08kxiZPNSu0PCfb5q4KICQdDGE_EUgBbro3o34o8gi7AEJAUEg0yOzUQNZXNURiiUxpuVFM7tpk0Y6mw84PMJwoBWJOYMQWZNbFSMVfh-gSeOKPphBPjiQCYtMBB/s1600/article-0-0D69133800000578-856_468x336.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Dg9fefARdhkzydjZ08kxiZPNSu0PCfb5q4KICQdDGE_EUgBbro3o34o8gi7AEJAUEg0yOzUQNZXNURiiUxpuVFM7tpk0Y6mw84PMJwoBWJOYMQWZNbFSMVfh-gSeOKPphBPjiQCYtMBB/s400/article-0-0D69133800000578-856_468x336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640470146184703810" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8d0d1gDJglG69aLkMpOtrLd7taSOtEq_RbgXPr6Ac52v_BCkMHsqM13Ce9sB7rDOusuVmNBit01r4X1xGq2trYjcIvOrr8vkMNGMq_0dSubupoPQyQXLwSkXAec6J-5ZPX8rzw_E3joL/s1600/Corndog1-384x288.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8d0d1gDJglG69aLkMpOtrLd7taSOtEq_RbgXPr6Ac52v_BCkMHsqM13Ce9sB7rDOusuVmNBit01r4X1xGq2trYjcIvOrr8vkMNGMq_0dSubupoPQyQXLwSkXAec6J-5ZPX8rzw_E3joL/s400/Corndog1-384x288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640470140118057522" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size:large;">Need I say more??????</span>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-26889698780841980342011-08-05T17:04:00.000-07:002011-08-05T17:10:29.072-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtHy5pZNG3rmE8-sZhdnsW-vXduT-k64XVm_JjCe6DEwMj91J6aoY1n7DdKp5rm-GaCnjMVElm4_pEwbJuu-J0uLl4i8qlEo_cd-kcwzU-JH4i6vIgeM8-fU8rR2j5f6Q1mSCUQJ17tae/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtHy5pZNG3rmE8-sZhdnsW-vXduT-k64XVm_JjCe6DEwMj91J6aoY1n7DdKp5rm-GaCnjMVElm4_pEwbJuu-J0uLl4i8qlEo_cd-kcwzU-JH4i6vIgeM8-fU8rR2j5f6Q1mSCUQJ17tae/s400/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637528557969463090" /></a><br />Full on August house guest hell. Well, not really Hell -just crowded, hot,noisy chaos. Every year I dread it. Every year I love it . Every year I swear not to do this again. Every year I do.<div>This is the price we pay for living in a paradise.</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769406250422614517.post-76815145282540356252011-06-08T03:33:00.000-07:002011-07-05T05:38:04.728-07:00Sciatica -not for beginners<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UXX-loFKX05ckGHMAL1ZmflU-IQ57SOtrzdLbzHYYBpxzzudyw3SMAAbIP22lWTtp8APXDFacb3GPr9AcFtw5VsTHq3eATfDrF4YuBYSloJdKKbfRTVDhQcw8te_7d4RWvbMX6X8lz6U/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UXX-loFKX05ckGHMAL1ZmflU-IQ57SOtrzdLbzHYYBpxzzudyw3SMAAbIP22lWTtp8APXDFacb3GPr9AcFtw5VsTHq3eATfDrF4YuBYSloJdKKbfRTVDhQcw8te_7d4RWvbMX6X8lz6U/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625846330381089442" /></a><br />It's been a month. On a pain scale of 1-10 this surely rates a 10. Right up there with childbirth. The difference? With birthing pain one knows it will end & not return until one chooses it again. With sciatica one becomes wary of the ever present possibility that that leg will cramp up anytime & wham! There you are-on your back again. <div>Ice & tv. Ice & a book. Ice & phone. Ice & pity-party.</div><div>I remember my mom saying to just muddle through pain. It's not the end of the world & remember all those who are suffering more than you. Great. Now I can feel guilty about hurting.</div><div>Lying around being miserable leads to thoughts of mortality & intimations of aging. Not my plan for the Fourth.</div><div>Lying here does not allow me to dance away the ghosts & fears.</div><div>Lying here makes me face all the future I dread.</div><div>Lying here can cause panic & anxiety.</div><div>Lying here I make an endless list of resolutions for when I get up from</div><div>Lying here.</div>innermosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795777951150127131noreply@blogger.com0