A Bunch Of Thursdays

  

  February quote:" Life should be a little nuts, or else its just a bunch of Thursdays all strung together."
I heard this, yesterday, passing by the constantly on telly. It was a movie, don't know the name of it, but that one sentence caused me, to run for pen and paper.
     This late winter month, has been like a bunch of Thursdays, and I need a warm weekend! ( yes, I can complain! in Atlanta, even when I have kids in Boston and New Hampshire!)( Its cold here too!)
     AND I saw a snow flake.....
 
  I know the north east has been buried, and I sort of feel your pain, but....not really....That is why I choose the south! AND if the truth were to be told, I would choose waaayyyy south!

    Even during this drab season of gloom, I have had some fun. Its a job, this finding joy, but worth the search.
    I have read three books, and have three on the kindle, ready and waiting.
      1. Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Taylor
      2. Still Alice by Lisa Genova
      3. The Girl On The Train by Paula Hawkins
I wish I could say, go grab these, but I can not.
I read so much, I think that it most probably takes a gifted writer, and story for me to encourage you to also read, and these were not them. Note: The Girl On The Train has been at number one on the best seller list for weeks. I did not like Birdman either! You will be the first to know when I love and adore something.
      Maude by Donna Mabry
      Rebel Yell by S.C.. Gwynne
      Thirteen Days in September by Lawrence Wright
These three, very different kinds of books, are in the wings.

I can share with you, my love of the Irish and British series on Netflix.
      1. Peaky Blinders, blew me away, LOVED it!
      2. Broadchurch, amazing.
      3. The Fall, grand crime drama
Bloody Hell of a good groups of binge watching, eh!
I told my hubs that I was sure to begin speaking in their language. Irish and British slang, is fantastic.
I love how they use 'wee' for 'pee', sounds so much better. The loo, is much more delicate then toilet!
Arse, and bullocks, divine. Banger is an old car, and had a canary, is a fright!
"I'm in a wick" you must be joking!
"effin' and blindin' ", cursing and swearing!
 This language of our people across the pond, has brightened my spirits, this February of 2015.
Watch some of these jewels, and blather (talk) away.

I hope, if indeed your February has been a bunch of Thursdays, you find lovely things to to make it better.
Or as the Brits would say, " Get up off your sorry arse, and Bloody Hell make something happen!"
Iam so loving this new slang!!!
Cheerio!

Have Heater, Will Tavel

      There are not enough words to explain my bitter feelings toward cold air.
      In order to even begin to type, I had to bring a space heater with me, into the kitchen.
      I thrive on direct heat.
      Today, in not so hot, Atlanta, Georgia, it is raw, glacial, numbing, piercing, biting, frigid, Siberian COLD.
      I have drawn the drapes, and thrown in the towel.
      Late Winter yucks have jumped on me, with a smile on its face.
      So I decided to write.
      I sit here, waiting for a fence man, to come build us a new backyard fence. He is coming to view the property and give me some estimates. I hope he does not expect me, to follow him into the backyard, to show him, what I need done. Just in case the cold has snapped his brain, I drew him a picture and left my email address on the paper, and he will quickly find out, that I will not be joining him. Nor will I be opening the door again, he can wave, leave and email me the cost.
     I will have to spend a few minutes with him, to explain my situation.
     Growing up in Florida, married some man from New York, lived in Pennsylvania, bought a coat because I had to, and finally moved to Atlanta.
      I will tell him, that I have clothes claustrophobia, and will not layer, whatever does that mean?
      Later , he will hear stories of my skin burning and itching, if the temperature reads in the sixties.
      When I answer the door, with the space heater in my hand, he will probably have a clue.
      That is why, I will have to talk quickly and explain.
      ( Do serial killers carry space heaters? I don't want this man to freak!)
  
     Yesterday, I took the car to have the oil changed, in this Polar Vortex.
      I pulled up to the door, and ran inside. The sweet man, said, " Where are the keys?"
     ( I thought it was an odd question) I pointed, " They are in the car?"
      He then spoke softly, " Can you bring them to me?"
      Astonished I, " No, it's too cold, and the car is warm for you. I will not be returning to the car, until you are finished and leave it warm for me. Thank you so very much. The End"
   
      I do not play in this weather, and it makes me a little sassy.
      I read my book, and much later my repairman person came to tell me my car was ready, and he had pulled it so close to the door, I could just scoot into the car. We both smiled, we were both happy. I was warm, and he had done a good job for this young lady.
     Now if I can just get the fence man to be understanding.
     How long is this cold snap?
     It is just so tiring, and takes sooooo much explanation!!!!
     Stay warm!
    
     

Parts of The Whole

      When it rains, and the mouse wants to stir, you may stumble upon parts of the whole.
          You make banana bread, and the house smells delicious. Then you open a drawer.
      Before you pull it out, there is a brief second, that you think, maybe my old life is back in this drawer.
      Not that you want that life back, but your heart skips a beat. What in the world is knee deep in this cubby.
      If you are a collector of quotes and stories, you are bound to find some masterpieces. I hope you find what you are looking for and more. Its the more that fascinates me, and can bring me great pleasure or sadness in the looking.
     Memories stored on something you can touch, is always a plus. We are tactile animals, I think, at least this creature is. I love seeing people's handwriting and words, old stories torn out a magazines with a rusty staple holding the frail pages together. Old pens, and new,a folder filled with pieces of me, things to do and not to do!! scribbled on every surface.
      I blame the Rain, it speaks to you, and warns, slow down and look around.
    I found a lovely card, from one of my students, thanking me for her school life being good. She says that I taught her to not run away from hard things, and I made her laugh. She now lives in Japan, her home country, and I have kept a piece of her with me, on paper and in my heart.
   She came to us knowing no English, and left reading the classics.
   I hope she changes the world.
   Middle school age kids, not knowing their worth, and leaving feeling strong and beautiful. May be more powerful then the English language?
   I also found a couple of stories from 2009, by David Sedaris. He reminds me to laugh daily. He was my grief counselor after the loss of our son, when my life was crushed. He knows not our friendship, yet here again he has reached out of an old drawer and touched me.
  Then I saw some old blogs of mine, that I assume Bill must have printed at some time. He downloads all my blogs so that one day, the kids will have a book of moms thoughts, to take to the therapist office!!( you were loved to pieces, that is all you need to know!) ( I will save you some money) ( but go for it, if you feel the need)
    I was scared to read them, from 2007, because that pain, I can never visit again. However the titles, were so great, I gave it a whirl. I was happy they were fun to read, through the tears and very glad I started a blog almost 8 years ago. I encourage people to write things down, for the people who come after us.I also think we should save stuff, not hoarding tons, but if it causes you to grab your chest, put it in a drawer.
  We can all open a drawer and remember our parts of the whole, but we can never go back. And that is pretty near perfect, very much OK.
 


     

Thirty-Five Shades of Taupe

   It is February, the month of hearts and flowers, and Fifty Shades of Grey!
   I am tickled pink to discuss this book and upcoming movie.
   The books, have haters and lovers, and I fall in the last category. They were horrible pieces of writing, and maybe put the woman's movement back a few steps but......you had to read between the sheets!
   My group of girls, had a great time with them. We will meet for the probably terrible movie, and hoot out loud. We are all readers of good books, and we embraced this trash for all its glory. We overlooked the handcuffs and vanilla references.We knew that the young one, Anastassia, would not be helpless and would bring her Christian over to the side of Thirty-Five Shades of Taupe.
   It brought back memories of elevator encounters, or car escapades from long ago. And if it did not, I am sorry, just pretend.
   My girls range in age from late thirties, to very young sixties, a nice varied age of growth.
   Especially for girls born right into the pill generation, we have stories to tell.
   Some are in the vault, but when we get together, it all comes out, and that makes Fifty Shades of Grey cower in the corner! Strong beautiful women, gay, straight and crooked, with fun, sexy stories to tell.
   I have worked with the best women, had the top of the line, neighbors, grew up and remain friends with a group of creative, lovely, outrageous women, love, love, love my girls. We know how to laugh, even in the Red Room Of Pain!!! ( No woman would ever paint a room, that color, or have red satin sheets on a bed, that will probably get dirty! and the smell of Murphy Oil Soap, on all surfaces, come on, we would not go in there!) But......
   This year is my 45th high school reunion, and our card send out, invitation was titled, "45 Shades of Grey", I smiled and was reminded, Yes those are my buddies. Awesome, funny, creative, strong, loving men and women who know how to laugh, in all shades.