the best government we had. . .

was on television.

sunday follies

drop by dick's place to see julian beever at work! talk about perspective!

early start to a long day, we'll chat again later.

0954 update

everyone wants to know about yesterday's real 1158 update....not yet.

1503 update

(you know we love the parentheticals, don't you? must be a family trait)(and the need to be precise about time, as well)

so, it's another nfl sunday (FOR MY ACROSS THE POND READERS: american football, i know, don't say it...sissy game, not REAL football) but i digress, anyway, conversations with family literally around the globe this morning/afternoon talking about where the SAINTS stand (if you're interested look it up, i don't want to jinx it... NO) and what else is going with this tribe. the MITM is in africa, not fredo is in madrid, and the others are out in lalaland....and here i am stuck in the middle, literally and metaphorically. so where am i going with this? no clue, but it is kind of nice to revel in the sweet sounds of my family, even if for only a few moments on the phone and then read their words on the screen. i really do miss our fall traditions...

*being paged...back later*

cellphone technology

taken yesterday while i was on the phone...who knew you could do such a thing? i really should read the instructions that came with my razr...

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1158 update

it's a good thing you can save posts to read after you've calmed down...then they serve as a reminder to always think before you hit send/publish...
trust me on this one key thing

it's a family affair...

la petité creole aka super nana...she might be doing a guest blog here sooner or later

friday night lights

if you happen to be in town this weekend...

the coastal jazz association is hosting the 26th annual "savannah jazz fest" it's one of the few free jazz concerts in america. a great outdoor party...we do live well here!

holey moley, it's friday!

wow, i'm glad yesterday is done and i get another chance to do this right! i know it's just a broken foot, but, bless my heart, i'm freaking myself out! yesterday, i was really depressed about this healing process (i know, it's only been a week) spinning all sorts of scenarios about it not healing properly and having to have corrective surgery to what if there's a hurricane and i can't get out in time? what if i fall again and this time it's worst..who'd find me? and when? see what i mean? so, yes, today is another day...

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.

ok, so maybe that is a bit much to hope for...


i'll be back with my update from the orthopedist

or maybe sooner.

1630hrs update

sooooooooo, it's healing perfectly, the doc is pleased and i'm to see him again in 4 weeks. i also found out i don't have to sleep with the boot on (it was covered with a pillowcase and propped up on 2 pillows), so i'm looking forward to sleeping normally instead of as if i were in a body cast...flat on my back, i mean...

i think i'll look for some ribbons to decorate this boot for the concerts in the park tomorrow!!

things you must learn to say when you've broken a bone...

yes.

ok.

that will be fine.

and always remember: thank you


it's really hard sometimes to let people help you....when you're used to being the helper.

later on that same day....

so, i've been racked out on my couch watching documentaries, but guess where? on the travel channel!!!! in anticipation of halloween we're being treated to all the haunted places in the world! scotland, england, ireland, of course..then turkey (who new?), various and sundry south american sites and yep, good ole savannah...but then i know all the ghostie stories hereabouts...but, honestly? i still cringe..and wonder...beneath my house are shanghai tunnels...the first words of treasure island were penned nearby....the shutters and doors on my house are painted haint blue to ward off evil....at night the gaslight out front flickers casting shadows along the brick sidewalk...the dim light shrouds the yard in a yellowish fog.

every light will be on inside this house tonight.

*insert witty title here*

somebody tell a joke

please.

1044hrs

it's the template...i need to change it...we'll try another color (rather than a black background)

why not...

sweet jane cowboy junkies

Anyone whos ever had a heart
Wouldnt turn around and break it
And anyone whos ever played a part
Wouldnt turn around and hate it
Sweet jane, sweet jane
Sweet, sweet jane

Youre waiting for jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
And thinking of ways to get back home
Sweet jane, sweet jane
Sweet, sweet jane

Anyone whos ever had a dream
Anyone whos ever played a part
Anyone whos ever been lonely
And anyone whos ever split apart
Sweet jane, sweet jane
Sweet, sweet jane

Heavenly widened roses
Seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly widened roses
Seem to whisper to me when you smile

La la la la, la la la, etc...

Sweet jane
Sweet, sweet jane

no idea why, but this song has been on my mind all evening...

one week ago

at this moment i was feeling fine and getting ready for a luncheon ...both feet on the floor and trying to decide which shoes to wear...and then it was downhill from there...the "things come in threes" scary stuff was beginning...but here we are, a week to the day later...and it wasn't as bad...we're all ok...and i am climbing out of my funk, (ok, hobbling out, but with a very stylish black cane!) and looking at the bright side...

thanks to paddy for finding van for me!





one of my friends is coming over to have lunch with me and do my laundry! how sweet is that?

The Smart Woman's Conference

Hello Everybody,

Mr. Moose here, filling in for the recently injured Marshmamma. Let me begin with two things right off the bat. Number One, she's going to be just fine. I love the fact that you guys all showed your love in the comments sections, I do. Very heart-warming. But she is going to be o.k. It's a broken foot, it hurts like hell, and it sucks being on crutches: but don't buy any of that "poor crippled old woman" nonsense. Noo, noo, noo. My mom is a tough one - old school.

Number Two, does it strike anyone else as odd that helping an injured loved one these days now includes keeping up their blog? What happened to just making dinner and picking up their dry cleaning? Yes, I'm only thirty-three but even I remember when life was lived much differently. Is it just me, or is the world getting more and more surreal by the day? Although, from what I gather, many of the readers of this blog lived through the Sixties, so maybe you've seen stranger days...

Anyway, the point is this: family is the most important thing. Whether it's your blood family, your adopted family, your internet-blogoverse-disembodied voices family, it's all the same. Someone you love needs help and you help 'em. (Okay, full disclosure here. "Help" in this case has mostly involved cooking large dinners, making coffee, and sitting on the couch watching movies. But hey, I do what I can!)

So yes, I flew out from the sunny, smoggy City of Angels to the rainy, flooded City of Pirates. Yes, flooded. Wrath of God rain falling from the sky and my first task is to help my crutch-laden mother walk across wet, slippery bricks to the car so we could take her to the doctor's. And it was a VERY long walk to the parking lot. We couldn't pull the car up to the door because Lake Pontchartrain decided to relocate in front of the house. But the mission was successful and Marshmamma ended the day in a brand new boot. (Part ski boot, part astronaut shoe, part superhero accessory, the boot has it all. Forget that plaster cast, the future is now!)

Okay, I'm rambling, (but what kind of guest blogger would I be if didn't ramble here of all places?) (and abuse the parentheticals) (!) so I'll wrap it up. Final wisdom? Count your blessings, keep in touch, and watch out for that last step, it's a doozy.

Respect,
Mr Moose

notes from the infirmary

today is sharing day here in the marshland...

this was left by e@l

Happy hobbling: I know it sounds lame, but my sense of humour is very limp. It's like I've got one foot in the grave and no leg to stand on. I've only a toe-hold on reality so give me a kick up the butt and I'll pull my socks up, put my foot down, dig my heels in and hop along casually...

...stay smiling...

the witty fecker! bless his heart!

AND, i said yes to ellie, so i'm taking the liberty of doing a cut & paste on the intsructions...have at it if you'd like and i'll hobble on over to the post and pay it forward

There is a book written by Catherine Ryan Hyde called "Pay It Forward", that has been adapted into a film starring Helen Hunt and Kevin Spacey. The premise is simple. When someone does something nice for you in any way you don't pay that person back, you "pay it forward" by doing something nice for another person. It's kind of like the gift that keeps on giving.So here's how the Blog world version of PIF goes.

I'll send a handmade gift (although my gift may not be made by me I will try to make it personal to the recipient )to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog saying they want to play. The only thing you have to do in return is "Pay it Forward" by making the same promise on your blog. If you don't have a blog you would be on the honour system of paying it forward in your day to day life. Of course, eventually I'd need your address to send you your goodies, so you'd need to be willing to part with that.

soooooo, there ya go...first 3 to sign up will help me to share the kindness and generosity of spirit that has been shared with me....or how can you say no to a sad, lonely crippled woman....all alone, and sad, and reaching out to you?

*snickering* hey, at least i didn't go for the cute puppy picture like ellie did!

oh yeah...we might have a guest blogger today...

day 6 or why are joni mitchell lyrics in my head...

0822h and i'm up, cleaned up and dressed...sure, no big deal for all ya'll..but try that on crutches...ain't fun or easy. hey, i'm excited about little things/accomplishments right about now! thanks for the emails of encouragement and comments here. between my friends and family here and then all ya'll out there...i am one damn lucky woman!

thank you.

not sure if i'll post again today, but i'll try..or maybe, i'll ask mr moose to let ya'll know what happened! (wow, he could be my first guest blogger!)

i've fallen and i can't get up...

that feeling of helplessness is overwhelming. i'm here upstairs in the office., yeah, last night or maybe it was this morning, i decided i wanted to sleep in my bed, so being slightly drugged...and alone and having a bazillion steps to climb..i did the old butt walk up the stairs...and here i am telling all ya'll...i have no shame, i know, but isn't it better than a pity party woe is me? anyway...i'm looking at half done projects that i had planned on finishing after i got home from the luncheon yesterday...i guess they'll just have to wait (trying to not freak out here about things not done) and i guess i'll do as ellie said and let others help out because

i
really
have
fallen
and i can't get up....

alone.

i'll be back later...

2327h

so, i made it upstairs using my crutches and in an upright position...and yes, i am very proud of that small accomplishment!!! mr savannah, otherwise known as the MITM called mr moose and asked if he could fly out here and take care of me for a few days after the cast (tomorrow at 1300 EDT) is fitted/whatever the doc decides, so for a few days, i'll have a keeper/caretaker! this has been a crazy week for our family...i feel as if we're going through a really bad spell, so if the old adage is true about bad things happening in threes...we MIGHT be on our way out of the darkness...i swear, you can't make up stuff like this...

what next? locusts?

it's broken...yep, my right foot has a "slight" fracture...i see an orthopedist on friday (day 6), until then i have a splint. now why might you ask do i have to wait until friday? why wasn't it done asap? wellllllllll, because i have hardware, as the doc said, already in my leg from a break 14 yrs. ago and he wants this really, really good ortho to handle this...don't ask, i have no idea why the two are connected, other than it's the same leg and the plate/pins are above the ankle and the fracture below.


this is going to be fun

day 4 or i think it's already wednesday

so, this is an early post from yours truly 0142h here and i'm still awake and marginally laboring in the fields also know as my office. as the MITM said, it ain't like i'm punching a timeclock...minutes, hours, days...they no longer seem to matter. a task/job/assignment has a deadline...i meet it and then it's "NEXT" a crazy life, but my life...and hey, i work from home and some days in my jammies...or with a green facial mask on...ok, only if i KNOW i won't have to talk on the phone...

this day will be an ongoing blog-o-thon

i can feel it already happening

0922h update

going to a luncheon where ellen burstyn is the keynote speaker. it will be interesting to hear a favorite actress speak about her personal journey. has anyone read her book lessons in becoming myself"?

1456 update

great talk by ellen burstyn...in fact, s great, as i was walking to my car afterwards and contemplatig all i'd heard..i tripped..yep...faceplant...scuffed knees..and i'm off to ER to have someone look at my foot...it don't look right!

(sorry, kids and MITM that ya'll are reading this here...i'll talk to all ya'll later)

carry on, questions

the end of my day...lost in the lyrics of another time...

One morning I woke up and I knew
You really gone
A new day, a new way, I knew
I should see it along
Go your way, I'll go mine
Carry on

The sky is clearing and the night
Has gone out
The sun, he come, the world
is all full of light
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice
We've got to carry on

The fortunes of fables are able
To sing the song
Now witness the quickness with which
We get along
To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes
Carry on

Carry on
Love is coming
Love is coming to us all


Where are you going now my love?
Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness?
Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh the questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?

Girl when I was on my own
Chasing you down
What was it made you run?
Trying your best just to get around.
The questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?

David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Graham Nash, & Neil Young

day 3

now i've confused myself! it's tuesday, not wednesday...i was excited thinking friday was almost here! BECAUSE a good friend is getting married on friday here in town and lots of good people will be there to share the joy and celebrate the happy couple. of course, knowing that it's only tuesday means i'm not in a panic because 1. i haven't purchased a gift and 2. i have no clue what i'm going to wear... but i have time ;)

more later...coffee time!


THE RANTING IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!!!

for the last hour i have been subjected to one of the most bizarre radio stations in savannah, not to mention the sounds of power saws, nailguns, swearing men (and none of it creative, i might add) yes, construction is back at full tilt next door...it's incessant, mind numbing and totally intrusive...

sweet jesus it stopped!

is it lunchtime?

1322hours update

dammit, dammit, dammit! it was just lunchtime..they're back

so the choices are: 1. turn up my speakers 2. ask them to lower their music 3. pull out a shotgun

any other suggestions?

BTW...just so we're clear..it isn't the music the guys are listening to that's bugging me...it's the volume and the fact that the sound is garbled because my windows are closed PLUS the powertools AND the GODDAMN YELLING!!! ok, maybe i'm just jealous, they get to work outside, i'm stuck inside (i don't have a laptop) or maybe i'm just grumpy...

but i don't think so...

evening update:

we've been talking about time today here and on other blogs...check out paris parfait two stunningly beautiful poems...

day 2

somehow thinking of monday as the second day of the week makes working slightly easier, but then i'll use any excuse. of the gazillion things on my to do list...5 have been taken care of, so as a reward, i'm taking a break with all ya'll...

no chance to read yet, so maybe i'll do that first.

(i'm working in three different time zones right now...not nice...)

day 1 and counting

today was SUPPOSED to be a chill out/watch the game(s) kinda day...but nope, couldn't do it...there was and is a sense of foreboding about me (that'll teach me to read gimme a minute when i have a impending job with a serious deadline)...but i digress, anyway...in order to start this task, i have to do some prep work totally unrelated to the task (calling my job a task is so much easier than saying w-o-r-k)...i have to clean up my office...yeah, re-organize after a whirlwind hunt-for-red-october search for documents...i think we have far more records/docs/pieces-of-damn-paper than we need...(i need the services of a professional organizer to help get this place in shape).


can you tell i'm already procrastinating?

there's more i want to say, but i think i'll check on the saints/bucs game...


evening update: ok, how funny is the "my blog is worth ..." down at the bottom of my blog? i found it over at simon's how is an amount fixed? anyone know?

day 1

one of my favorite political bloggers has returned! if you haven't read digging deeper you need to NOW! his last three essays should be published on every op-ed page until impeachment proceedings begin!

we'll talk later...

this is what paddy sent me



one of the comments about this was "if you impeach bush, then cheney is command" impeach them both...nancy pelosi would assume office...or we can wait until some rogue nation decides we need a regime change and they come in and take care of it for us...

but, hey. . . we still can discuss these things, right?

new things

music
books

i need to change things around here...again

an observation....are more of ya'll using comment moderation now? did i miss a memo? what's going on????

for merisi

tinto de verano this is one of my favorite summer/warm weather drinks! i still owe you a recipe!

saturday...

where to start, sugar?

long week....lots of things happening. we went to biloxi, mississippi, came home and then had a surprise visit from some of our kids....mr savannah left on wednesday, so there were lots of last minute things to do. it has been hectic.

thanks for the emails and for continuing to check in...your words mean a lot to me.

more later today

so, i'm back. did some tech things finally...loaded firefox, so there are more bells and whistles here, but of course, that means there's MORE tech stuff to learn. been checking in on all ya'll's blogs...prolific bunch, i might add, and fascinating, too! i read dh yesterday and i remembered a comment made ages ago by a colleague when i mentioned burroughs (i guess naked lunch had just hit the movie screen)"burroughs? oh yeah, he wrote the tarzan books" two things hit me again...one, the sad state of education and two, how fortunate many of us are to have received one that allows us to discuss/disparage/appreciate literature. we are privileged, but then i ask myself, does that make me an elitist? or a reader? of course, i don't know jack about nascar and my friends who do think only slightly less of me...which makes them elitists...i'm rambling...

anyway, in the grand scheme of things, w.s.b was a wild man with words...his imagery is still surfacing in my dreams at times...


i'm hungry....

later that evening...

a long nap and the realization that no matter what happens...i can only do the pages i'm given.

sorry...

life has its ups & downs...

i'll see you one week from today.


be well...take care...



i'll answer all comments from the last few posts then, thankss for your concern/comments.