Friday, September 23, 2005

A cousin

Do you get crickets indoors as the seasons change? Last year as I began my blog, I was in the midst of a cricket invasion, so I drew my inspiration from them for my name. I find their song comforting and friendly, not minding them being around.

I just went in the kitchen and met the biggest cricket I have ever seen. It was on the floor and the black body was close to 2" long, not including accessories. Perhaps he's been visiting a while and has dined on cat food and kid crumbs. I let him scoot where he wanted. Couldn't bear to hurt a cousin.

What a difference a day makes...

24 little hours.

First, Zeeks, who was floundering a bit about pursuing adoption in light of her marriage and newly built home, announced a surprise (ha, I know, the irony of that word) pregnancy after 4 years trying.

Then hilarious Susan from Post-Coital Babble outlined her intended course with a new job and with pursuing donor eggs, then wrapped up with her decision to stop blogging.

Follow that with our lovely Chris, the drunken slut of an Urban Legend, announcing her positive this week. Indeed, she may be barefoot and...

And this morning brings us our frustrated foster-to-adopt mom, Michelle at Cubbiegirl, deciding that if she couldn't say anything nice, she'd prefer saying nothing at all. Blog over.

Please go show them all some love. They all need and deserve it.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Remember this song?

My head hurts.
My feet stink.
And I don't love Jesus.

All true today; most true most days.

Allergy season is upon us. I don't understand how my head can be aching and clogged as my nose runs like a faucet without discretion. Doesn't it come from someplace that it empties?

I wake each morning with a sore throat that lasts half the day.

At least my asthma hasn't kicked in yet. When grass season is fully upon us, I will be sleeping in the standard upright position for a month. Just see how cranky I am then!

I do love the fall. Ahem.

Silver lining: at least I largely get over on the spring.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Got beads? Got a conscience?

Storm Survivors Told To 'Expose Themselves'
Tuesday September 6, 03:28 PM

A group of female hurricane survivors were told to show their breasts if they wanted to be rescued, a British holidaymaker has revealed.Ged Scott watched as American rescuers turned their boat around and sped off when the the women refused.

The account was just another example of the horror stories emerging from the hurricane disaster zone.

Mr Scott, 36, of Liverpool, was with his wife and seven-year-old daughter in the Ramada Hotel when the flood waters started rising.

"At one point, there were a load of girls on the roof of the hotel saying 'Can you help us?' and the policemen said 'Show us what you've got' and made signs for them to lift their T-shirts," he told the Liverpool Evening Echo.

"When the girls refused, they said `Fine' and motored off down the road in their boat."

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Knight in a baseball cap

Said by my son about our cat:

"If Ada's in my room and I'm watching Tom and Jerry, when the cat gets beat up, I always cover her eyes."

What a thoughtful little kid! The mouse won again and, thanks to chivalrous J, our cat missed the whole thing.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Katrina's backlash

Doesn't it all now sound like Michael Moore's next big movie?
Edited to add:
Guess I wasn't too far off. Here's Michael Moore's open letter to Dub.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Our maid

When I was growing up, we had a maid. Now our maid was special. She didn't really have a body, per se, but she did have a name: Katrina.

If we needed to go to the store after dinner and the kitchen wasn't cleaned up yet, my mother would remark, "Don't worry. Katrina will take care of that."

Other times, my mother would call, "Katrina, we're on our way out. Please take care of the laundry for us."

To me, the name is synonymous with Scarlet's lovely 'fiddle dee dee' concept. It's okay. Stuff can be tended later. We don't have to bother with it now. And, further, we can hope that somebody will actually come along and do the chore for us.

These days, I have a completely different impression of the name, Katrina. This time she made the mess and she needs a lot of effort afterwards to make things right.

Mostly, tho, I wish Katrina didn't get fiddle dee dee'd by our government.