so once again... i am denied a job because of the national guard... i'm tired of it... really i can't control my deployments at all...
so i'm slightly depressed... and continueing tomorrom for the job hunt...
candy
I took this picture at the Marketplace in Pisac Peru in the Sacred Valley outside of Cuzco.
Deadline at least a fortnight away. All hunky dory at the home front, except perhaps, a nasty cold the child is nursing. Yet, dreams galore. Could it be the "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" in bed last night?
My car-pool friend S, her oldest daughter, V and I take an auto to go home in coastal Andhra Pradesh (why A.P?). We are waiting in some place, looking at a lake ahead of us. The lake suddenly turns into a river in spate (yup, Indy effect), and we are carried along to a distant place. We manage to get out of the water and the obliging auto driver drives us ahead. We reach the the oceanfront. I tell S that now at we know directions, we need to go North along the Bay of Bengal to reach A.P.
We travel Northwards, and seized by sudden doubt, I approach a group of young women sitting on a wall and ask them where the heck we are. They reply that this is the West Bengal-Orissa border and I realise with a shock that we have travelled more northwards than was necessary (impeccable Geography, even in dreams, what? Mrs. Eipe would be so proud). S suggests that we just stay in a hotel that night and resume travel southwards the next morning. Obsessing over dude's worry about us, I insist that it is only seven in the evening, and if we travel non-stop we should reach A.P by ten (now that would require a jet-plane, right?). So, we continue our sojourn, the auto gets into an elevator and exits the elevator as a car driven by S's husband S and all their three kids in it, along with V and me. I am tired, the kids are asleep, and we travel on.
The alarm rang at this point and I woke up wondering where I was.
After seeing Twelfth Night last week in Central Park, Julian decided to write his own score to the Shakespeare masterpiece. Here's his first song to "Come Away" from Twelfth Night.
Today was not a good day. I took a cleansing bath (salt, sugar, and cinnamon in the water, also doused my scalp with Sea Breeze [a camphorated astringent, I like it for cleansing both skin and spirit]), and feel marginally better. Sleep will help with this feeling better process. Food also, possibly.
True Conversation between The Creator and St. Francis:
"Frank you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracted butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green rectangles."
"It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great extent to kill them and replace them with grass."
"Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?"
"Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn."
"The spring rains and cool weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy."
"Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it _ sometimes twice a week."
"They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?"
"Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags."
"They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?"
"No, sir. Just the opposite. They pay to throw it away."
"Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?"
"Yes, sir."
"These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work."
"You aren't going believe this Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it."
"What nonsense! At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life."
"You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and have them hauled away."
"No! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and keep the soil moist and loose?"
"After throwing away your leaves, they go out and buy something they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves."
"And where do they get this mulch?"
"They cut down trees and grind them up."
"Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. Saint Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?"
"Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about..."
"Never mind I think I just heard the whole story."
OK... update time... instead of getting my usb hub ports to work i got my sound to work... imagine that... now i'm just downloading everything off of the toshiba website...
good news... my other smaller camera that cost me 20 dollars thank you craigs list... the memory card can be inserted into my laptop and i can download pictures...
bad news i finally caught a hummingbird on my canon and i still can't download those pictures... blah...
tommorrow i'm heading to job agencies i need a job within the next two weeks and i'm willing to do anything i'm even thinking about stripping... now thats bad...
candy
-Thinking about fireworks, summer projects and the fact that my brother just did the upper part of chimney sweeping on the farm (and I did the lower part, which entails ripping apart the stovepipe and taking out all the successful upper-part cleaning) reminded me of why I'm afraid of heights now.
A a kid, I'd hide up in the hayloft sometimes but it wasn't the best place: too many wasps, hot and within earshot of the house. Anyhoo, I'd also climb on top of the house. You could see pretty far from up there, we're on top of one of the valleys as it is.
When I was about 13, Pa Kettle was installing some guttering on the (at that time) brand new carport. He didn't want to wait for me to get a second, 2-storey ladder, which would've entailed at least a 2 minute break in work. He thought it was a much better use of time for me to crawl up the one we had first, then lie on the edge of the roof, sticking out my arm (on a girlish 5'2" body frame, me arms ain't that long) to wrap around the guttering to "HOLD IT STILL" whilst he stood on the ladder and fastened the guttering with brackets and bolts or what-nought.
Gravity tends to win. There was nothing to hold onto, the roof it was a tight pitch and I was slipping.
I tried to tell him and he told me to "Quit Crying". -I wasn't crying but he liked to use that, one of his favorites, I think.
I fell off the 2 storey roof. I was fine, no worries. -in all honesty, I cried at that point and dad yelled at me for it. The Duchess nearly had a heart attack and I believe informed Pa Kettle that they'd go to prison for it, so I didn't have to climb up a ladder again til I was in my 20s, at which point I got up onto the roof and couldn't get down. That's another story!
I can't even stand in a chair now to change a light bulb. It's a well-earned phobia from which I've no intention of remedying myself.
Having a fear of "heights" means my friends have loads of fun laughing at me when I do things like cling desperately to tiny shrubs alongside the Grand Canyon because they make me feel "safe" or make "I'm going to barf" noises from a gondola going up the side of a mountain. I'm crazy, there's nothing for it, so we all laugh along!
