Saturday, April 19, 2014

What to do, what to do

Okay, it's a normal Saturday.  I'm in my scrounges, doing laundry, I'm in the garage, lookin' around.  Earlier in the week I moved some stuff around out there, and moved a small yellow storage cabinet out onto the patio.  It has summer patio stuff stored in it and I figure later this summer I will paint it, the same orange color as the trim on my house put feet under it to get it off the concrete, and make it a permanent outside year-round piece of furniture.  It's all good.

So, this morning 'lookin' round the garage, I see all this open space in my personally constructed cardboard laundry room.

Hmmm, I says to myself, hmmm.  What can I do with this open space.  I know, I'll build some free standing shelves.  I've always saved bits of leftover lumber from construction projects and figure I've got to have some pieces that will work to make shelves.  Oh, I do, I DO. 

And, so construction began with a top and the two sides.   Yeah, yeah, I whacked my thumb a few times...well...maybe more than that and I broke my right hand thumbnail.

It's all good, it's all good, I didn't need that nail anyway...but I have to confess the thumb its self is not looking very good either.  There was a lot of 'damnin' and
's--tin', going on.  But I persevered.  I added a middle shelf.  It's leans a tiny bit, but not enough stuff rolls off of it.  I wasn't sure about making a bottom shelf, because you never know when your washer is going to go 'belly up" and you have an indoor swimming pool.  However, I discovered my beautiful shelf wobbled quite a bit, and it is after all top heavy, so I knew I had to at least put a brace across the bottom for stability.  Which I did.

Oh, my poor thumb.  It's not black and blue yet but typing is making it hurt like a son of a gun.  I'm telling ya' I'm not cut out for this kind of job.  The brace is working(somewhat) but not good...really.  Mostly because I ran out of lumber...Although I know there is a garden stake in my garage somewhere...cause I just put it there yesterday...and it would work great...but I can't find the darn thing.

So, as I say the brace sways, because I had to use three small piece of lumber to go across the bottom of the shelves, and I know that missing stake is just the right size to hold the three pieces together.  But, since that has disappeared I used left-over pieces of cork, from an old bulletin board as the brace.  Yeah, yeah, have yourself a good laugh...I did too.  If the shelf does not fall over I know I will eventually find the stake and use that instead of the cork, it's all good, it's all good.

Here's the best part...just like my dad and my husband, they built things to last and last and last.  Same thing holds true for me and my brand new shelving.  By the time I was done I could hardly stand it up it weighs so much.  I sincerely hope if it does fall over, my darling dog and cat are not under it.

But, no worries, it's good, it's all good.

And When I am Old I Will Wear Purple

As you all know...I'm losing my hair...yes, it's getting so thin I've actually stopped coloring my hair, thinking perhaps after years, and years, and YEARS of abusing my hair, maybe its had enough chemicals.  Maybe, if I left the natural color come back, so would my hair.  Sigh.  It is not coming back.

So, I thought maybe all the brushing I do with such a hard bristled bush might be my problem, as a result, I've stopped brushing and gone to combing my hair...I'll let you know how that works out.

Also, I've mentioned here that I'm considering buying some wigs.  Marilyn Monroe Blond, Auburn, Raven Black, Copper Penny Red, Silver grey, and Pink (for my alter ego).  I've been wig shopping with a friend and I know there are hundreds of styles out there, so I know I will find exactly what I want, length, curls, waves, etc.  I'm saving my pennies for this shopping spree, oh, it's going to be so much fun.

And, the best part is going to be, you'll never know exactly which Sandra you will see on any given day, and will always be surprised.   Maybe I'll browse the antique stores to see if I can come up with accessories to match the wigs.  Perhaps a long shiny black and silver cigarette holder on the day I wear my pink one.  And lots of 'sparklies', for when I wear the one that's Raven Black, or Hollywood sunglasses when I feel like being Marilyn Monroe.  Ohhhhh, the possibilities are endless.

However, this morning one of my favorite poems has been circling round and round my brain, and I'm going to post it here, just 'cause a cause' I can.


Warning
by Jenny Joseph

WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. 
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. 
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 

Taken from the book
When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
Edited by Sandra Martz
Papier Mache Press--Watsonville, California 1987

Now, you might be wondering what all this has to do with my losing my hair.  Here's the thing.  When the day comes I actually go to buy myself my wonderful collection of wigs, I'm not going to buy a pink one...it's going to be purple...because I'm an old woman and therefore, I can.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Happy Days Are Here Again

This little ditty has been running through my mind today.  No, it was not like yesterday's dream song.  This is simply a happy little song that goes, (I think) something like this:

"Happy days are here again, the skies above are clear again;
So, let's sing a song of cheer again, happy days are here again."

I have been wondering since I got up this morning just how it was this song writer was so possessed with his day's happiness he wanted to tell the world about it.  It sounds at though he/she had just come through a very bad time, or series of events.  My thinking being maybe it was written just after the Great Depression, and the country was breathing a great sigh of relief. 

Well, you know me, and thanks to the wealth of information at my fingertips I had to find out...and here we go again.
 
Thanks to Wikipedia, I've learned the song was written and copyrighted in 1929, by two gentlemen I never even heard of until this morning.  A man named Milton Ager who wrote the music and Jack Yeller, who provided the lyrics.  Supposedly the song was recorded by the Leo Reisman Orchestra with some guy I've also never heard of (Lou Levin) providing the vocal. 

Apparently, "Happy Days Are Here Again" seemed to strike a cord for just about every occasion, and there is a long list of films, in which the song can be heard.  It first appeared in a 1930 film titled 'Chasing Rainbows', in which the song concluded the picture, in what film historian Edwin Bradley described as a "pull-out-all-the-stops Technicolor finale, against a Great War Armistice show-within-a-show backdrop."[

This film was followed by another film in 1936 with the same name, "Happy Days Are Here Again."

Perhaps the song is best remembered as the campaign song of Franklin Delano Roosevelt's successful run for president in 1932, and who's new deals and programs  did indeed bring the country out of it's Great Depression.  Happy Days were in deed, "Here Again."

Over the years this ditty has been sung by many entertainers in the style in which it was written, happy and upbeat.  However, there was one entertainer who defied convention and rather than singing the song at the pace it was intended, sang it slowly and so expressively, today it remains an outstanding rendition.  This entertainer's name is none other than Ms. Barbra Streisand.  I, in particular remember seeing it on television, preformed in her format, with another singing icon as a duet with the one and only Judy Garland...on the Judy Garland Show...it was a show stopper. 

So long sad times
Go long bad times
We are rid of you at last


Howdy gay times
Cloudy gray times
You are now a thing of the past


Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again


Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again


Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on
From now on ...


Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So, Let's sing a song of cheer again


Happy times
Happy nights
Happy days
Are here again!


Wishing you a Happy Day today.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

I had a dream

Don't you just hate it when you are having a dream at the exact time you are being awakened and all you can remember is what happened in the dream at that exact moment.

That happened to me this morning.  Grrrrrrr.

I know the dream was longer, because the rest of it is in the grey clouds of my foggy brain and try as I might I can't walk it out of them.

So, here's what I do remember.

I'm in one of those giant Super Grocery Stores.  I was with somebody, but suddenly realize I'm quite alone.  I'm pushing a shopping cart.  I can see other people shopping.

Parts of the Super Grocery Store are being remodeled, and kind of dark.  I'm walking into the light at the back of the store.   I need margarine (I actually do, by the way).  And, there in the brightly lit corner I see the dairy products department, I head for it.

It's Christmas time, the store is not decorated, but maybe there is canned music in the background.  Anyway, I seem to be singing (not out loud) along with a Christmas Song, and I'm mouthing the line "Hang a shiny star upon the highest bough, and have yourself a merry little Christmas now." 

It is at this exact moment I wake up, and I'm filled with sorrow.  I mean with is weighing on me like a cinder block, I feel like crying.  What the heck?

Here's the thing.  I want to know what this dream meant.  Am I going to be alone this Christmas...every Christmas there after?  Does it mean something sorrowful is going to happen soon?  Or does it mean nothing at all?

I often wonder about unfinished dreams.  Like the ones I have when I seem to be lost and I'm trying desperately to get home.  Or, like the one this morning, does it mean I'm destined to be alone.  Or did it mean if I had walked to the 'light' and gotten there, I'd have died?  Or, about the ones where I'm trying to get home, if I actually reach 'home', would I die?  Is that why the dreams stop so abruptly, because it's not my time 'to go'?

Oh, the pondering.  In the meantime, I'm shaking off the feeling of sorrow, and "Hang a shiny star upon the highest bough..." is slowly fading away.  I guess it's a good thing I've lots to do today and my mind won't have time to dwell on my dream.

"...so, have yourself a Merry Little Christmas now."

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Water Cure


Since, the day is rapidly careening by, but still wanting to post something today, this is an entry from Ramblings of an Old Woman, Volumn 1.  It is one of my favorite poems.  One weekend, a friend and I went to Atlantic City, and as we were paying our breakfast bill, there by the cash register was a pile of postcards with this poem on it.  They were free, so I picked one up and have had it in my possession ever since. 







The Water Cure
Sometime when you’re feeling important
Sometime when your ego’s in bloom
Sometime when you take  it for granted
You’re the best qualified in the room.
 
Sometime when you feel your going
Would leave an un-fillable hole
Just follow this simple instruction
And see how it humbles your soul.
 
Take a bucket and fill it with water
Put your hand in—up to your wrist
Take it out—and the hole that’s remaining
Is a measure of how you’ll be missed.
 
You can splash all you please as you enter
You can stir up the water galore
But STOP—and you’ll find in a minute
That it looks quite the same as before.
 
There’s a moral in this quaint example
Just do the best that you can
Be proud of yourself but remember
There is no indispensable man.
 
GIC Salesman
 





The Water Cure
Sometime when you’re feeling important
Sometime when your ego’s in bloom
Sometime when you take  it for granted
You’re the best qualified in the room.
 
Sometime when you feel your going
Would leave an un-fillable hole
Just follow this simple instruction
And see how it humbles your soul.
 
Take a bucket and fill it with water
Put your hand in—up to your wrist
Take it out—and the hole that’s remaining
Is a measure of how you’ll be missed.
 
You can splash all you please as you enter
You can stir up the water galore
But STOP—and you’ll find in a minute
That it looks quite the same as before.
 
There’s a moral in this quaint example
Just do the best that you can
Be proud of yourself but remember
There is no indispensable man.
 
GIC Salesman