I don't think I will ever cut my son's hair again. Ha... but really, I think I understand his feelings just a little bit more. And I have, messed it up before. My brother took him straight to the barber when he saw it.
This was fantastic. Your story danced me through your memories and then left me somewhere in my own. My mother still has her avocado green sewing chest. I can remember spinning spools of thread on the spool holder in the top tray... and those orange fiskars.. I stole my mothers when I first moved out on my own. I still have them. You are a gem.
Ahhhh, the memories of mom's home hair cuts, delivered with total interest in two generations ago. Even her look of satisfaction was a social death sentence and I pledged never again to submit to one of her shearings. Every... single... time.
I keep telling my son I'm going to shave his head like mine... he protests, but then will say he wants a Mohawk...
That is a beautiful story Jo, it really is, and even more beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it!
What a wonderful and moving tradition to share with your daughters.
Nothin worse than the damn Bayou rats!
and when will you be published?
No plans for that at this time.
To where does one aspire to go after reaching perfection?
..whatr a marvellous descriptive piece. loved it.
It makes me want to pull out my sketch materials and create.
You truly are an artist when you can have that affect on someone.
First I draw, then I turn it to charcoal. It's fitting.
Oh, wow... I don't have words for this. You blow me away.
You need to teach me as only the master could teach a new student....
I have so much to learn...
As Irony says .. WOW.
I simply love your style, ''pirouetting on the palm of the Creator'' ... you're incredible.
"Forged anew in the furnace of her belly"..."pirouetting on the palm of the Creator"... alll very powerful, all very telling. Le Spectre de la Rose awesome.
I like this visual best "I lengthen my neck, raising my face toward heaven". A very angelic pose, to be sure.
..to move the pen, with such eloquence, I admire those deft fingers.
Welcome back... this is a most wondrous return!
As always, your writing gives me chills and makes me think... to consider the feelings your words invoke... letting it surround me... I sound it out with my own Neanderthal interpretation to consume it further...
...I fear I do it no justice. I fear my unsophisticated interpretation of your words, your art... is the equivalent to standing before the Eifel Tower and asking, "How much oil can you get out of the ground with that?"
My god, that is beautiful. I am close to tears. I hope you record yourself reading this one sometime. If you don't, I will!
..I too have tears, literally; in my eyes, right Now.
Hi, all! What a great sight it was to come back and see the updates and good wishes. Love you all and sure miss my VR stomping grounds.
We're still in the campground. They have wireless internet! BUT you can't get it from the site...too far away. So... I can access it via battery. Not a lot of time on battery, but enough to say a few quick hellos. Looks like the storm has been a much nicer fellow than we expected. Never underestimate praying on your knees with all your heart!
Mom has been doing some fine cooking...she saved everything in her freezer in 4 icechests. She is cooking red beans and rice right now. MB and Savvy have been perfect companions. I've done a lot of reading and am about to give Twilight a try. Allie lioved it.
I'm hoping that we'll get the green flag and be home day after tomorrow. I love you all and will try to recharge the battery and get back on tonight.
STABB, you are officially on notice. How dare you not be online? In fact, where the hell are ALL of you? :P
Good to see you're okay.
It's just so good to see that raised eyebrow of an avatar. You are truly missed. X
Well, as I live and breathe... *checks pulse*
Yeah! It's her!
Hi, Joli. Glad to see you found a place to plug into the Matrix. I hope they don't have those nasty old-fashioned plugs in the back of the neck. I never really liked those.
Tell me you're not still waded up inside a tiny drippy tent?
And going so quick that I put this in the wrong section...so sorry. NOTHING poetic about this place, let me tell you. And omg the country music...late...wow. SOOOOO pleased that you needed to share that wonderful ker chank a chank with me while I was reading in a TENT after midnight, Mr. Diesel Pickup truck!
But I suppose the poetry is in having life and family and furred snugglers near when all else is strange and uncertain. Poetry in being nowhere yet having a digital lifeline to friends who care about me. Poetry around it all.
You are the poetry hun, it wouldn't matter what section you posted in.
Some people are off, wandering around because it's that whole Labor Day thing.
Some are laboring, some are going into labor.
I know Birra is working on his stunning performance in "Italian on the Roof" today.
I have declared it an official, no underwear required day. So have fun!
Every day is labor day for me. :)
I am such a hard worker..
Delighted to see your Avater
Wonderful to hear from you.
Glad to see you are alive and kicking! =]
I have been up in Scotland with limited internet but I have been doing the exchange rate prayer every day. I am also likely responsible for a few of your voicemails (you know how I like to sneak attack your phone:P) So glad you are doing well and I am sorry I was not around when you were. Love you!
Glad you're doing well and Gustav wasn't the unbelievable bastard they thought he would be.
Still... we're here for you when you need us. Just don't be hesitant to ask.
Good to have you back x
For anyone reading this, I just received a call from Joli, she is on her way home now. She may or may not have internet (and electricity, for that matter) when she gets there, she didn't really know how much damage her home town has taken. She'll be in contact with people once she has taken care of all the important "well, fuck, my home was just hit by a hurricane" stuff that comes with living down in New Orleans.
Just glad youre ok..so you are home now?
Yes, I got home about 2 hours ago. I checked the Center first and then went home...all is well, but no power. So, I came back to the Center and started putting things away and reconnecting the electronics. Hope the power is back soon, but if not, I may sack out here...nice and cool :)
I am greatfull that you are safe and sound and well. Tent camping is fun if done for the right reasons.
I will talk to you later, welcome back.
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