Month: October 2016

Political Flasher

On my way home from my part time job in Tallahassee yesterday I encountered a flasher. The older gentleman was standing on the median at a busy intersection. As my car drew even with him he held out his hand and surreptitiously flashed a Trump sticker. 

Let me tell you that took me by surprise. I was expecting something more classy, like a glimpse of his wrinkly genitals or a handful of illegal drugs. 

I smiled, rolled down my window and as he came toward me I said, “When hell freezes over,” and drove away. 

Okay, I realize that wasn’t the most ladylike response I could have made to his political flashing, but I figured it was a case of kit for kat. Meow. 🐱 

Peace, people!

Friends in Cold Places

Studly Doright had a motorcycle for sale on eBay, and the winning bid came from a Canadian gentleman named Dave. Well, Canadian Dave elected to drive down to Florida from Newfoundland to pick up the bike in person rather than having it shipped.

He arrived at Doright Manor around nine on Sunday morning and the minute he came through the door we felt like we’d known him forever. A semi-retired mechanic, Dave is an avid collector of cars and motorcycles, so he and Studly talked for nearly three hours before we helped him load up the bike for the long trip home. 

Just as he stepped into his pickup truck he turned and in all seriousness said, “If you two need a place to come live should that horrible man win your presidential election, you’re welcome at my house.”

It’s good to know we have friends in cold places.

Peace, people!

Tell Me What Really Happened

Absolutely important reading from Jan Wilberg.

Jan Wilberg's avatarRed's Wrap

It occurs to me that the way to change people’s attitudes is to tell them the truth.

If people are never exposed to the truth, we can’t blame them for not ‘getting it’ when we try to explain things like sexism and racism.

Why I remember this I can’t tell you. Maybe it’s convenient and fits my story line, I’m not sure. But I do truly remember sitting in American History class in high school in 1965, the fat textbook open in front of me, reading the paragraph about slavery in America that started the chapter on the Civil War and at the end of the chapter, reading the Emancipation Proclamation. That’s it. Slavery in American started and ended in a single chapter in my history book. There were study questions at the end of the chapter, our homework due at the end of the week. Little essay questions. We…

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Sunday Sundae

We went for a ride
In the convertible for
An ice cream sundae


The cloth top was down
But the windows were rolled up
Brisk evening breeze


Weekend’s last hurrah
Radio plays summer’s hit
Dancing On My Own
http://youtu.be/q31tGyBJhRY

Self Reflection

Introspective
Uninspired
Moody
Sad
Lost
Unwound
Confounded
Disenfranchised

Devoid of conscience,
Willing to go there
Even knowing regrets
Will flow like wine.

Exonerate
Justify
Alarm
Cry
Soul
Testify
Elaborate

Medal Count

Good intentions pave
That crazy highway to hell;
Buckle up, baby.


Embracing the blame
A badge worth acknowledgement
Bloody medal earned.


Sarcasm and hope
Those strangest of bedfellows
On bright shield inscribed

Women, Arise!

Vonita's avatarPoems and Petals

I went to a single-sex school with all of our teachers being female. I studied a predominantly male course, but all my peers were very respectful towards me. I was never treated like an object. I started work, and the same applied. Perhaps I had very strong boundaries that helped. I would not have tolerated anything less. I dressed modestly, and perhaps my conservativism showed.

Until I reached my mid-thirties, and my babies were born. Something changed. I had a monster of all crushes on someone close by, and knew my conservative attire would not turn any heads. And especially not his. I wanted attention! So I did what I could do. Aka Sandy in Grease. I changed my style. I started wearing more low cut tops. More tight-fitting jeans. And I started to see a reaction. I started getting attention. It was an attention I had never really experienced…

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Calibration

Measuring the distance, accounting for wind direction and speed,
He set his cap for perfection, but consoled himself with need.
The targets seemed to waver, concentric circles in the sun,
His aim was true, calibrations right, as he exhaled and shot the gun.
Shocked silence followed sharp reports as bodies began to fall,
He could not reclaim the bullets, nor could the lives lost be recalled.
But the dream played out, his rights upheld to own a deadly weapon
While widows wept and clasped their children, bereft without exception.