Memory Intermission

July 23, 2013 at 12:37 pm (Books, Day to Day, Family, For Tom, Getting Old) (, , , , , , , , )

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As opposed to the “Daily Life Intermission” I was going to do. My mom just brought over this CD that my brother found at a garage sale somewhere. This was my favorite book as a young person for a very long time. And it was the first book that I ever spent my own money on. And it’s also the book I used to read to my brother when he was little. If you don’t know, it’s a book of seemingly funny, rhyming, short and long, poems. Easy to read and so lighthearted that you don’t even realize that you are getting some serious, touching, emotional, and real-life views, without being bogged down in somberness. I did not even know there was a CD. And I did not know that he remembered about all the time we spent going through this book. It was a lot. And a long time ago.  I will be listening to this, in my car, on the way to work, in about an hour or so. I hope it’s good. I’ve never heard the author’s voice or even heard anybody else read these poems out loud except my teacher in 4th grade who read it to me. Well, not just to me. The whole class, but it felt like me alone. So, anyway, even if the CD is complete crap, it will stay with me now. Thank you so much Tom! Even though you probably hate to admit it, or recognize the very small amount of mushy I am about to throw out right here, I guess you will always be my little brother. Love and hugs.

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Final shot, as promised. It is very late and the dead have returned to their rest for another year.

November 3, 2011 at 3:09 am (Day Quote, Holiday, Poetry for People) (, , , , )

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I don’t know if I built it up too much, but I like it. I like the idea of this small altar with the skulls and flowers all around and the candles that will burn into the night.

Picture this altar, meticulously and carefully arranged upon a stone slab in a crowded graveyard in a burnt-orange town or sand-blown village. Children are laughing and playing amongst the dusty tombstones. Families are sharing food and drinks while gentle breezes skip, soft and dry, touching lightly and lifting easy over warm and blushing skin, the way it does when you are far out in the desert. As darkness falls, the dusky air gets cooler and the little ones gather and tuck in closer as night takes hold. Final words are said and prayers are whispered too low to hear, eyes and hands search and fold, clutching at the skyline, but the time has come to say goodbye. The dead are left to lay, quiet and peaceful, resting again, with their own. They remain as bodies below our feet, yet spirits within our hearts and minds. While the flames of our steadfast watch silently burn, deepest night arrives. Black and still, it covers and comforts even the most restless soul and it seems intrusive to stay. When dawn lifts her weary head to herald in a bright new day, the magic will be gone, hidden amongst the wilted flowers and broken candy shells. In the glare of unforgiving sunlight, the altar is just a colorful reminder of what we remember and why. We feel lucky and joyful to be alive. We pay our respects but save a bit for ourselves. We must now carry the honor of  living for those who cannot. Time belongs to us again and we have a job to keep.

(Dia de los muertos by Pristine Cartera-Turkus)

God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled.  ~Author Unknown

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Day Quote

September 11, 2009 at 3:20 pm (Day Quote) (, , , , , , )

I am two fools, I know,

For loving, and for saying so

In whining Poetry.

—John Donne

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Tuesday. First test…Wish me luck…

June 9, 2009 at 12:41 pm (Day to Day, School News) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Nervous. First test of the first class. Requires 4 alarms and a wake-up call. Well, not the call, but I did have 4 alarms. I know that seems crazy, but this is my new normal. I need to do well. But first I need to get there!

So I was very ready to go. Got there early. Had my pencils. And erasers. I was sure I knew the material. But the first test is, really, the first test. How will the questions be? Tricky? Easy? Complicated? Way too vague? Way too detailed? Words galore? Or to the point? Blah blah blah…It’s always the bar…

By the time you are reading this, of course, I will be done.

I did take the test, and unofficially, got  2 wrong. For the amount of questions on the test, that’s not too bad. Still fits into the grade I am aiming for. Official results are to be posted later through the school website.(I’m keeping it vague on my part because I don’t want to give away any info that shouldn’t be given away. But I want to share the experience and have a place to think out loud and work it over in my head, privately, but publicly (?), I might be a little neurotic…my family will thank you after I go over it 20 times with them and they just can’t take anymore!)

Anyway, I’m glad for the summer class and the chance to get an idea of the work that will be required. It’s a lot. I only hope I can finish, and then finish respectably.

Hug a nurse. They gave a lot to get what they got. They deserve it.

And now, I’d like to say I can relax and read a trash magazine and just chill until tomorrow when I start reading school stuff again, but I can’t. I stupidly booked a dentist appointment for myself (and my son–needs it for school registration), and, I am sorry all you dentists/hygienists out there, but I HATE going to the dentist! I know it’s irrational. I know it’s just a cleaning. But I dread it. I don’t like the teeth poking, the x-rays, the gritty toothpaste, the suction thingy, etc…I have always been afraid, and I can’t seem to shake the fear no matter how old I get.

A little story to illustrate: After years and years of recommendations, I finally got my wisdom teeth out. You would have thought I was having major surgery to remove organs and limbs and rebuild muscles and bones. I talked it to death with anyone who would listen and I made my mommy come with me for every appointment. Pre-, day of, after, check-up, re-check-up, cleaning, packing…whatever. It was last July and I thought I was going to die. Literally. I even made a will. Official and everything. Witnessed, Notarized and Kissed by a Lawyer! I wish I could say that I was cool about the whole dentist thing, but embarrassingly and humiliatingly, I cannot. (In my defense, my very small defense, I DID get an infection/dry socket or whatever they call it—I chose to block the complete experience out–nearly 100% gone now–and it hurt like hell. And I had 2 kids, TWO kids, WITHOUT pain medicine. I took the Vicodan and it didn’t help. The medicine on a cotton blob stuffed in the empty hole; that kind of helped. I get food stuck in there, AND I still have a small hole. It’s really annoying now for brushing and I didn’t know it takes SO long to finally cover over, if ever. But I digress. I’ll stop because I could type for 10 more paragraphs and no one wants to read it and most people have had it done and aren’t such babies and don’t really care. I get carried away. My apologies.)

Luckily though! My kids DO NOT share my fears! They like to go and always feel better after! Thank goodness! They have good, strong teeth and good personalities to go with them. They think I am silly and just don’t get the whole terror thing. And my daughter had 4 cavities filled at one point, AND  fell on her face, chipping her front teeth, TWICE!, already. So she knows the evil that can occur! (FYI–Her teeth are totally fine now, with no long-term or lasting effects—she was VERY lucky.)

At any rate that’s the rest of the day. I can only hope to find some loose change on the ground and then drive straight to a Starbuck’s right after. It’s my own little reward system for being a brave, little soldier. Sad. I know.

I need a picture to make me feel better.

Rubber Band Ball!!

Check it out!

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