Thursday, September 10, 2009
CARDS...Forest Hills, NY (1989) ("Whenever something good happens...")Debbie shuffled the cards. Work, she thought. Her boss. No, Mike. The whole situation. Her job. She handed the Tarot Cards back to her roommmate, Mari Anne. They sat on the Oriental rug on the apartment floor. None of the guests had arrived yet, although the party officially started at nine. A wide array of chips, pretzels, hot dogs and the like waited on the dining room table. The red-orange Poisonous Punch looked enticing. Mari Anne spread out the cards. "OK," she said. She pointed the middle row. "You're artistic. You want to get out of your present job situation." "Yeah," Debbie said. She did not like having her fortune read, but it made a great pre-party warm-up. "Water indicates emotion. Water comes up alot in my cards because I'm so emotional." Debbie did not think that Mari Anne appeared to be very emotional. "The cups. Water. You're very emotional. And you're artistic. Here's the Death Card." "Huh?!" Debbie gasped. "No. The card does not usually mean death, but the end of something. An illusion." The end. To her job? A new job in the same company? Or a different company altogether. She hoped not. An illusion? Her job? Men? "A purely intellectual young man. Ruthless. He will use any means to gain his own ends. Peaceful exterior masking intense passion. Secret violence and craft." "Young man? That would be Mike. What does it say?" "Does he have a calm exterior?" "No, not really." Debbie thought of Mike's fast movements and energy. "Now, what's your relationship like?" Mari Anne asked at this point. "Well..." Debbie hesitated. "Does he...toy with you?" "Yes," Debbie said. "Because here, it has a picture of a web. You know, like how the spider plays with the fly? He doesn't know if he wants you or not, but it's there to play with," Mari Anne wriggled her fingers..."What else does it say?" "Champion, guardian, hero."...."A young man, with a contradictory mind, supporting many conflicting ideas and designs. Desires power. Ruthless. Elastic, elusive mind."..em>>."This card means the possibility of love. And this card means a disappointment in love." "Huh! Which will it be?" "We don't know. It could be either. But you will succeed, no matter what." (Here Lies Denise Hickey -- Never Found Love???) Miscellaneous Root Words: schizo - split. schizo phre nia (phren = mind) schizophrenia (schizoid): literally means "split mind" but is a major psychosis affecting usually young people 69, 207 SOURCE: Medical Technology Third Edition, A Text/Workbook, by Alice V. Prendergast, Addison-Wesley Nursing, a div. of Benjamin Cummings Publishing Co., Inc., Copyright 1991. (Course, "Medical Terminology," Certificate, L&M Hospital at Pequot Health Center, Spring 1995)...I have to see this movie. I have to see it; I have to see it. Are we going? We're going, aren't we? If we don't go, I'm going to be mad!!!...* * * :)...Fool's Gold...Coming Soon...To a theater near you?Oscar? Oscar!
WHERE IS SHE NOW? Westridge Gardens, New London, CT. It appears there was an "underground control system" at work at the building where I lived, "Westridge Gardens." Not readily apparent at first, but through the years, a pattern began to emerge. Little old lady, sitting in the front hall lobby all afternoon. Waiting for me to come home. "What are you doing? Which grocery store? Which one?" Every time I started a new job, there THEY sat. In the front hall lobby. Stake-out. Early in the morning, leaving for work. "You're up early." "You look nice." Standing at the door. Staring through the peephole. Flush the toilet, count to ten. Go! Go now! Down the long corridor. Down the winding side stairwell. Out the side door. To the carport, way in back. Long abandoned by me! On a dark, rainy night last December. "They watch every little thing you do," barely breathed the words, one night last summer at Cruise Night, that from my former neighbor directly across the hall. "No one wants to get involved." ..."I don't know anything." Stalked through the hallways, early October 2007. The police came. Straightened HIM right out. Landlord off to Nantucket for the weekend. "I'm not responsible." "You have to deal with that." THEY: Just celebrated 60th wedding anniversary. ME: Worried about spending another winter alone. Going on 48 now. Thanks to Old Poopyhead's interference. "That young girl he was trying to help." Where is she now? Collapsed...on the stairs...side stairwell...eyes flickering...olive skin...long, black hair...long and lean, petite body...Where is she now? "If you have Depression, don't tell anyone. Susan had problems. These people talk. And you don't want to be the one being talked about." Bright, a genius. Advanced degree -- biology? Mentally ill. Spoke her mind. Drug overdose? Drank to death? Suicide. How is that not murder? Body carried out. Flickering, snickering. Stopped going to the pool. Got myself a PO box after October 2007. Best friend died suddenly two years ago. "You're in a terrible place." Father in a nursing home. Family fighting. But they made up. Stopped hearing from them. ("Where am I going to live when I get home?" Billy Rae Cyrus) The view from the High Speed Ferry was beautiful. Green, green trees on the riverbank. Sprawling front lawns. Blue, blue water. Houses. Filled with loved ones? Waiting for me? No. (When you get 'em, I wanna be the one to say...OK, EVERYBODY! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!!)...."I know you found the falcon, Danny..." THE END. OK. You've read my story. How much do YOU think it's worth???
She was too good to me...How can I get along now?...So close she stood to me...Everything seems so wrong now...If I was mean to her, She'd never say go 'way now...I was a King to her...Who's going to light my way now?...It's only natural...I'm so blue...She was too good to be true...She would have brought me the sun...Making me smile...That was her fun! She was too good to be true....(Tony? Tony!)......Denise...Denise Dances...2009.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
PROVERBS 1: 10-19. My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not. If they say, come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause: Let us swallow them up alive as the grave: and whole, as those that go down into the pit: We shall find all precious substance, we shall fill our houses with spoil: Cast in thy lot among us; let us all have one purse: My son, Walk not thou in the way with them; refrain thy foot from their path: For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood. Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird. And they lay wait for their own blood; they lurk privily for their own lives. So are the ways of every one that is greedy of gain; which taketh away the life of the owners thereof.
I hate to add this post today, what with all of the FALL FUN AND EXCITEMENT GOING ON!!! But, today, I would like to upgrade my existing condition, "Chronic Fatigue" to "Intermittent Fatigue." By its very nature, it comes and goes, quite suddenly, quite mysteriously. It's very scary. Over a decade ago, I became familiar with the "yuppie flu" as I watched it take over an old friend's life. It began with "hormones," depression. CFS followed, and not long after that, Diabetes. Our temperaments are the same. But she is street smart. I'm book smart. According to a blurb in "Women's World" magazine, "many studies conclude that the most common cause of persistent fatigue is stress, which in turn makes it harder for you to get through the day, and so triggers even more stress. While meditation, self-hypnosis, yoga and t'ai chi are time-honored ways to treat this chronic problem, ...QUERCETIN...500mg, twice a day -- a powerful anti-oxidant. How about...why don't you step out from that lens, my friend? And capsize with all the lies that you've been living in???It ain't gettin' no better! Not when the neighbors at The Residence have hung out your dirty laundry of the past ten years to dry! Wonder what dirty little secrets they're hiding??? In speaking with a gentleman of my recent acquaintance today, Mr. Russell Cavanaugh who had just gone for his daily swim in the Sound, I realized what I want. It isn't about having big bucks and living in a condo community where everyone knows your business and watches your every move. It's about having my own space -- even if it's just a tent behind the miniature golf course at Ocean Beach!!! (Did ya get the memo?)
AUTHOR DAVID BENIOFF TALKS ABOUT "One Book, One Region." Connecticut College, New London, CT. WHO: David Benioff. WHAT: Author, "City of Thieves" (2008) and "The 25th Hour" (2002). WHERE: Conn College, Crozier Williams Student Center, "1962 Room," New London. WHEN: 7pm, Thursday, Sept. 10th. Excerpts from article in "The Day" by Rick Koster...Benioff...highjumped to literary success in 2002 with his novel "25th Hour," which was then made into a film starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Benioff wrote the screenplay, too and...subsequent scripts..."The Kite Runner," "Troy," and "X-Men Origins -- The Wolverine"...is married to actress Amanda Peet..."City of Thieves," the novel, a World War II adventure and coming of age story...during the seige of Leningrad, was published to starred review acclaim in 2008....a teacher, a nightclub bouncer and disc jockey...residences in Los Angeles and Manhattan...eastern Connecticut's One Book, One Region program...spent several years...working with Khaled Hosseini on 'The Kite Runner' adaptation...childlike fascination with all sorts of topics...the gritty and reflective noir of '25th Hour' is vastly different than the wartime sage of "City of Thieves'...Benioff's suggestion is basically to follow your muse and not worry about trends or writing what someone else thinks you should write to ensure success. "I don't take advice from agents, editors or publishers on the subjects of my books," Benioff says. "Each book or story is in my head for years...the actual writing takes too long and is far too torturous -- to allow for anything except those few stories I've become obsessed with." CITY OF THIEVES by David Benioff, Penguin Group, $25. (I have to see this movie. I have to see it; I have to see it. Are we going? We're going, aren't we? If we don't go, I'm going to be mad!!!...* * * :)...COMING SOON: Look for "Fool's Gold" on Absolutewrite.com....Fool's Gold...Coming Soon...To a theater near you???
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
"Semper Paratus!" the theme of the day as the United States Coast Guard Band took the stage on a breezy Sunday afternoon amidst the choppy waters of the Thames River at Fort Trumbull in New London. In the early 1900s, the Coast Guard and its band were based here at the Fort. The Coast Guard Cutter Eagle was open for tours to the public. Sailboats and powerboats as well as the Cross Sound ferries plied the seas as the Coast Guard Band played on this sunny, breezy afternoon to quite a crowd which gathered on the grassy hillside below the fort. BYOB: "Bring your own blanket!" Fort Griswold stood sentinel on the banks of Groton as the Electric Boat shipyard sprawled green across the river. Once again, Paula spoke to me through the music, mostly with "Overture to Candide" by Leonard Bernstein, "an overture to eternal optimism," a frolicking, merry and mischievous tune played with staccato strokes. And, next arranged by MUC Ian Frenkel, as MU1 Lisa Williamson gave a high-spirited vocal performance in a medley of WWI tunes, including "Accentuate the Positive" and "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with Anyone Else but Me)!CDR Kenneth W. Megan and CWO Richard Wyman alternately conducted the band while downriver, at the mouth of the Thames, the boat traffic glided as smoothly as the band played. Interesting to note was "Variation on an Appalachian Melody" by Aaron Copeland which was the theme song for a 1960s TV show, "The 20th Century" which was hosted by Walter Cronkite. I especially enjoyed "Liberty for All," which was conducted by CWO Wyman and narrated by CDR Megan with patriotic quotes from historical figures. By composer James Beckel out of Indianapolis. Signalling hope as the waning September sun of a late September afternoon shone on my face, it was a triumphant tune, replete with the echo of resounding drums!! For Senior Chief Petty Officer Andy Sherwood's last concert today, the 30-year Coast Guard veteran performed as a Clarinet Soloist to a medley of tunes by Benny Goodman, featuring the smooth classic jazz I love, one of which was "Moonglow." He was rewarded with a prolonged standing ovation by the crowd! Eventually, he was accompanied by the Coast Guard's own Dixieland Jazz Band. He has also served as Public Relations for the band. Guest pianist today was physician Michael Bank. In a special tribute to audience members of all the armed forces, the "Service Medley" was played, which I also love and admit to knowing some of the words to the songs for the Army, Navy, Marines, and the Air Force..."Over hill, over dale, we will hit the dusty trail, when those caissons go rolling along..." Off we go, into the wild blue yonder, flying high into the sky..." "We will fight for right and freedom and to keep our honor clean, We are proud to bear the title of United States Marines..." "We will fight our countries' battles, over air, by land and sea..." "Nobody can stop the U.S. Air Force!"... New London Development Corporation (NLDC) contributed in funding for today's concert. As CWO Wyman declared, "Summer is over!" Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" was accompanied by live cannon fire provided by the Artillery Company of Newport. Officially ending Summer 2009 with a bang! Bang! Bang! (The next concert will be on Sunday, October 25, at 2 pm in Leamy Hall.)COMING IN OCTOBER: Photos of the Labor Day weekend concert at Fort Trumbull!!!
Yes, children, school has started. As a follow-up to my last post, "The Importance of Being Generous," VOCAB. (1) prosper: vb [ME prosperen, fr. MF prosperer, fr. L prosperare to cause to succeed, fr. prosperus favorable] 1: to succeed in an enterprise or activity; esp: to achieve economic success 2: to become strong and flourishing ~ vt: to cause to succeed or thrive syn see SUCCEED. (2) prosperity: n. the condition of being successful or thriving, esp: economic well-being. (3) Prospero: n: the rightful Duke of Milan in Shakespeare's The Tempest. (4) prosperous: adj. [ME, fr. MF, prospereux, fr. prosperer to prosper + - eux - ous] 1: AUSPICIOUS, FAVORABLE 2a: marked by success or economic well-being b: enjoying vigorous and healthy growth: FLOURISHING. (5) remunerate: [L remuneratus, pp of remunerare to recompense, fr. re - + munerare to give, fr. muner, -, munus - gift - more at MEAN] 1: to pay an equivalent for 2: to pay an equivalent to for a service, loss, or expense: RECOMPENSE syn see PAY. (6) remuneration: n 1: an act or fact of remunerating 2: something that remunerates: RECOMPENSE, PAY.
On Friday, Sept. 4, my new hairdresser, Melissa at "Groton Wellness Center" encouraged me to treat myself to a Wash-Cut-Blowdry and Professional Highlights on my next visit. Rather than just a "wet-dry cut." Her words of wisdom remind me of a little known fact: SPENDING CASH ON GOODS AND SERVICES HELPS THE ECONOMY. It helps people who are employed, who give generously of THEIR time and talents, so THEY can spend money on goods and services. If you don't have the financial resources, giving generously of time and talent alone helps as well. In my blog, I share my experience and uh -- wisdom? (Huh!) Without any monetary compensation. VOLUNTEER. During the six-year earthly span of my friendship with Paula (2001-07), we shared equally. "Symbiosis." SHE: Her experience and wisdom, her love and compassion, her hobbies. Her love of the movies, TV shows, fashion, history...and her logical thinking (God! I miss that!) ME: My car, my friendship, my youth ("You Make Me Feel So Young"), my offbeat sense of humor, my sense of adventure, my natural intelligence (for some things), and enthusiasm for living. To the Shoreline Swing monthly dances, to WalMart monthly for "supplies," to the matinees in Niantic, to the Book Barn, to Ocean Beach and to the monthly Coast Guard band concerts. HER LEGACY TO ME. For the third summer in a row, I have diligently watered the front gardens where I live, "Westridge Gardens," on two evenings a week during the growing season. Where various shrubs and wildflowers grow in abundance all summer long. Using my physical strength and youth, it's my way of...showing those old poopyheads some love! As well as sharing my love of the outdoors and enthusiasm for nature. ("en theos:" enthusiasm) Combining my love of food and nutrition, as well as my time; I enjoy giving generously to those who I appreciate. VOLUNTEER. Why don't you do the same? Show some love! Do it today! "Step out from that lens, my friend!"...Denise...Denise Dances...2009.