Oct 30, 2011

recent acquisitions

Spelling book c.1880,
50 cents
Symphony Book fair

Missoni tray
Target bargain bin

Look Magazine April 1969
5 cents
Library Book fair

Cheese (um) diary (?)
Non-goth neighbor's trash

From Goth neighbor's trash

Italian serving fork from the turn of the century
My friend Sylvie's moving-home-to-France sale

Vampire dentures
Goth neighbor's trash

Oct 26, 2011

conversation, 8 p.m.

At the grocery store:

Me: "Excuse me, do you know where I'd find the Madeira?"

Clerk: "Madea?"

Oct 17, 2011

things I hate

1. Granite counter tops.

2.Holes in my socks.

3. The smell of fish.

4. The phone.

5. Laundry.
6. My 4 pm migraines.

7. Cigarette smoke.

8. The morning


10. Waiting.


Oct 16, 2011

ghosts of halloween past (again)

I found these old cardboard Halloween decorations the other day in the back of a closet at my mother's house.
I can't tell you how happy they make me.
I have them hanging up in my little apartment now. I remember them hanging up in the front windows every year, usually with some black and orange crepe paper streamers here and there.
A big bowl of candy sat on the credenza in the hall.
Halloween was always my favorite holiday growing up. (Still is.)

My favorite was always the articulated cat, with the dapper monocled Mr. Cat coming in a close second.

(uh...can we say gay?)

Oct 14, 2011

thought for the day*

*We are the one percent.

Overheard 7:30 a.m.:

"Yeah, well, my grampaw, he really love me. He got my pitchas all ovah his wall...you know, up at Angola."

Oct 7, 2011

conversation, 6 p.m.

My mother*: "So! Lemme tell you what happened yesterday. Your aunt Kay** ( my mother's older sister) was here. Anyway, while we were riding in the car, I noticed that everything your nanan said (my aunt's daughter, my godmother), she'd put her middle finger out at her.
SO rude! Can you believe it?

So I just had to tell her something."

Me: "oh boy."

My mother: "Yeah. Well, I did. I don't care neither. I told her if she ever put that finger out at me, I'd bite it off.
And then she did it. She put her finger out at me."

Me: "I don't doubt it."

my mother: "So I bit it.

'You hurt me!' she tells me. 'You better believe I did,' I told her. 'Didn't I tell you not to do that?'

I bet she won't be putting her middle finger out at me again."

Me: "....."

(note- *70 years of age, **82 years of age.)

Oct 3, 2011

thought for the day

New Years in....October

Last night, as I lay in a dead silent room (because the AC had finally given up the ghost) sometime around 9 pm or so....I heard a loud "bang!"
Someone being shot? Could be.

But then it came again and again and again...until I lost count.
I figured, unless it was a line of Uzis, probably not a gun.
(but you never know)

Finally rousing myself to the window I looked out and saw a beautiful display of fireworks, as if it were new years eve.


Finally it ended with an orgasm of fire and smoke,
and I went to bed and forgot about it.

This afternoon a friend mentioned on facebook that she'd seen it too.
She wrote that she'd heard it was part of GI JOE that's been filming in the neighborhood.
Makes sense.

Anyway, I'm sure it's the scene when Channing Tatum and The Rock have a long, lingering new years eve kiss before leaving for war, right?