Posts Tagged ‘mom’

S.A.T.U.R.D.A.Y. Night! Er… 9


14 Nov

Here’s what it’s all about, The Man on the Moon, in the words of Crazy Sam:

Welcome to Saturday: 9. What we’ve committed to our readers is that we will post 9 questions every Saturday. Sometimes the post will have a theme, and at other times the questions will be totally unrelated. Those weeks we do “random questions,” so-to-speak. We encourage you to visit other participants posts and leave a comment. Because we don’t have any rules, it is your choice. We hate rules. We love memes, however, and here is today’s meme!

Now for some anarchy and rebellion, the questions!

1. Do you think it was important to send a man to the moon?

Hell yeah! I may barely have been walking, but those days of moon madness were historic days. My parents were watching news every moment it was on. The day Neil Armstrong stepped on the moon, it was a full moon that night and we went to go and look out at it, knowing that there was now a human presence on the moon. I remember feeling that if I just stretched my hand up I could touch the moon. I may have a spotty memory in regards to some of my childhood, but that’s one to remember, forever.

2. What is your biggest fear?

Fear of pain and of others seeing me at my weakest.

3. If someone hung a sign around your neck today, what would it say?

Sleepwalking. Get out of my way! And why? I feel so sleepy that it would be convenient to just go to sleep while I do all my normal, daily stuff.

4. What is the longest line that you’ve stood in and was it worth it?

The line at the Better Business Bureau in Monterey to lodge a complaint against a local business owner who threw a clipboard at me. Since the business main office was actually based in India, and we couldn’t afford a lawyer, this was the best way to go. I wound up with a sizable settlement that allowed me to take a few weeks off work and learn about computers.

5. As the holidays approach, what song are looking forward to hearing again?

I like the Little Drummer Boy. Especially this version.

6. Whose music do you think is the most important of your generation’s?

What is my generation? I listened to swing, jazz, Hope, Crosby, Como, Bowie, Osborne, the Lamplighters, Kai and J.J., Queen, KISS… I was never a part of my generation.

7. Do you find it is [good] to be kind to strangers?

If you can be. Unfortunately, you have to be wary about who you help these days. I used to buy lunch from the Safeway deli for anyone standing outside of the store asking for change. It was better to give food than change as change usually went to alcohol.

8. When do usually lose your patience?

Any time I am bothered, or stressed out. That’s unfortunately quite a bit of the time.

Dark Tower 19. Is there a book that you’re dying to see as a movie?

Stephen King’s Dark Tower series.

J.J. Abrams’, director of the upcoming Star Trek reboot and producer on Lost, has the film rights to Stephen King’s Dark Tower series. I bring this up because Abrams just told IGN that he’s going to get to work on The Dark Tower with buddy Damon Lindelof after Lost ends.

This would be good, I think.

I’m Not Allowed?


13 Nov

I’m not Catholic. I consider myself a lapsed Episcopalian since I haven’t been to church in nearly two decades.

Because I’m not Catholic, or part of any other denomination from where my lovely icons came from, I’m being told I’m being disrespectful.

Say what?

I love my rosary, which is highly black lacquered wood interspersed with brass beads from Poland. At the center of the cross there is a small magnifying dome over a very tiny printing of the Lord’s Prayer. My eyes don’t allow me to see it anymore, but I like knowing that it is there. I have it hanging on my bedpost right where I can touch it when I wake from some of my worst nightmares.

I don’t use my rosary to aid me in my prayers; I’m not sure I really know how. But do I disrespect it? No, I don’t. It brings me peace and sometimes I like wearing the rosary with my black dress (the one that my husband says makes me look like a little nun!). I rarely can go out on my own these days, and just having my rosary with me, gives me a bit of an encouragement boost to my spirit.

Here’s a photo of my most favorite icon, which I’m told I shouldn’t have hanging anywhere in my house because I’m not Catholic.

Mary_Postcard

This was a postcard that my great Aunt Lulu purchased when she visited the Vatican in 1945. My great aunt was Catholic. The postcard was given to my mother along with a prayer bible, a bookmark with the Lord’s Prayer on it and a pretty, small prayer card of silk embroidered with a prayer to the Virgin Mary.

My mom kept the postcard framed in cheap frames until she married dad in 1961 when she had it professionally framed. When I was born in 1962 mom hung the postcard in my nursery. She did the same with it for each of my brothers when they were born. I came into possession of the image after my parents divorce and when mom and I moved to Monterey, CA.

I kept the image hanging in my room until I was married. Then, for some odd reason, I hung the postcard in our bathroom behind the door. Any artist will tell you that it’s rather stupid hanging anything that is not proofed against steam and moisture in a bathroom. My mother told me quite a few times not to do that.

For sixteen years, the postcard has hung, behind the door, in various bathrooms. There is no mold, or any kind of corruption that you’d find with any other picture. The only damage it retains is from the time the framed image had some water drip upon the rough linen wrapped mat when cold weather broke some water pipes in our house in Hermann, MO and we were on vacation.

This will be buried with me because Mary has given me comfort and peace so many times in my life that I’m reluctant to let her go and I have no one to pass her onto.

Don’t tell me I’m not allowed. Peace, comfort, inspiration is available to all. No matter what form it might be in.

So, there.

I Have Been Here Before

I am seeking a question.