Thursday, April 24, 2014

I Got The Music In Me

Two weeks ago I was up in Boulder, Co and stopped in at a record store. Yep, an old fashion record store.  I walked in to just look but ended up buying three albums; The Best of The Crusaders,

The Best of Donald Byrd,

and Mildred Bailey Her Greatest Performances 1929-1946.

What's great about this store is that they let you listen to the record before you buy it. I was very appreciative of this at the time but doing so turned out to be very expensive for me. When I got home and put the Mildred Bailey record on my old stereo/radio/cassette player it sounded like crap. At first I thought I had made a mistake in buying the records but then I realized it must be the stereo, which makes sense since the darn thing is over 30 years old. So...we bought a new stereo system with a band new turntable, receiver, and speakers. I'm listen to Mildred as I type. God, she sounds good.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Old Door, New Door

Painting the old sidelight and the new door took a long time but was it was worth it. Having a husband who knows how to hang a door made the whole project a lot easier. Sometimes I'm amazed by what that man can do. The reason we replaced the door was to get more light into a dark entryway, which brings me to my poem.

Old door
New door

No light
Real bright

Friday, April 18, 2014

Yo, Ho, A Pirate's Life For Me!

While out riding our bikes my husband and I saw this sitting in a neighbor's driveway.  That is a pirate ship made out of an aluminum fishing boat which another neighbor built and rents out for kid's parties.  The four-year-old at this house is a big fan of Jake and the Never Land Pirates on Disney Junior and his dad rented the ship for the little boy's 5th birthday party. The owner dropped the ship off the night before the party and when the boy saw it he was awestruck and asked, "Is that my birthday present?"
His father had to tell him no, it was for his party but that he could play on once before the party the next day.  That is when we rode by and I took this photo.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

I Learned Something Yesterday

I went to the dentist yesterday and, during a small break when she did not have her fingers in my mouth,  I asked my dental hygienist if she could tell which side of the mouth people chew on by looking at their teeth.  She said no but she could tell if they were left or right handed; you always brush harder on the same side of your body as your dominant hand.   Sherlock Holmes would have loved that observation.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

My Mother My Villian

My sister has her own blog, Yup, it was my life, and this post about our mother is her latest. I found it so beautiful, truthful, and loving that reading it made me cry.

My mother.
The villain of my childhood for “Not”

Not making me go to school
Not making me do homework
Not attending school performances
Not taking me shopping for clothes past age 15
Not keeping her ear off the phone or nose out of a book long enough to see what was going on with her children
Not making her not-working-not-going-to-school-not-helping-at-home asshole son (my brother) move out before he was 26
Not asking where I was when I would be gone overnight or for days
Not being worried when at 8 I spent the night at a new friend’s home (who had no phone and Mom didn't know where the friend lived) and didn't come back for 3 days.
Not making my ER visits for migraines a priority and making me go by myself
Not helping me before helping strangers
Not making me bathe
Not making me brush my teeth
Not raising me herself but leaving it, by default to my sister
Not leaving the abusive man she was married to, my father
Not keeping the house clean which embarrassed me when friends came over
Not protecting me from my verbally abusive brother
Not telling me no, when I started working at a job that I was suppose to be 21 and I was 15
Not protecting me from the abusive boyfriend after she knew
Not protecting me from dating grown men when I was a teenager
Not asking about report cards
Not giving me a curfew
Not making me, as her child, feel like I was more important than her causes
Not parenting me
Not protecting me from...

I no longer see my mother through just a child’s eyes, I have come to understand my mother with adult eyes and while all the above is true, I also now have come to know

My mother, my Hero "Who"...
Who suffered from depression
Who suffered from the hidden shame of being illegitimate
Who suffered in an abusive marriage
Who didn't have the resources in 1950-60’s to get out
Who raised her children alone after her husband left in 1965
Who had no car so all work, school, grocery store, doctor and library travels had to be done by bus or the mercy of people with cars.
Who always kept us out of the Social Service system
Who always kept us sheltered, fed and clothed one way or another
Who pulled strings to get us in subsidized housing without the long wait
Who was raised in privilege but ended up raising her children in poverty, and none of her children live in poverty now.
Who never, for almost 10 years never stopped looking for the father of her children to get the child support due to them
Who taught us by example that all humans are equal
Who taught us among those equal humans, some are assholes and there is nothing you can do about it
Who taught us to fight, not just support ….but FIGHT, for the equality of all
Who never made us wear dirty clothes like some of the other kids did
Who made sure we always had new shoes, not second hand
Who made sure we had a warm coats
Who taught us that words can make a change
Who taught us that reading is wonderful and
Who made sure we always had reading material including comic books if the money allowed.
Who swore like a sailor but was still a lady
Who had a wickedly funny sense of humor
Who put her pride on the line and lost friends asking for favors that kept us sheltered, fed and clothed
Who gave us a love of all types of music (except country)
Who showed me how to fight for ...
...what is right

My mother, the parent of my childhood who did her best, though it wasn't always enough. I no longer see myself a victim of my childhood needing protection, I only see my unique childhood that was the cornerstone of
-Maura Shannon

Friday, April 11, 2014


No, Little Sally Pumpkinhead trying to convince Duke she is not really sleeping in his bed.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Mad Men

The wait has almost been as hard as waiting for Santa to show up when I was a child.  Three day to go.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Why I Am Not Here

Because today has been the first real summery day of the year.  Why would I be inside when I can be outside in it?  Spring, Spring, Spring.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Guy America

My airline ID when I worked for Guy America.  The airline, and I use the word loosely since it only had one aircraft (B-707), flew from JFK airport in New York City to Georgetown, Guyana in South America. This was my first job after I got my Aircraft Dispatcher's FAA license. It wasn't until later that I realized this was the reason why they hired me.  It is easier to do shady things when you hire someone who does not know much. 

This cheesy ID tells you all you need to know about the company.  Although it did look more official in this NY Port Authority ID holder.