When I was a little girl, my older sister and her several horses were on the horseshow circuit, much the same way that I, with my beautiful mastiff, was on the dogshow circuit a couple of years ago. This meant that we kids were carted off on weekend jaunts in Ohio, Kentucky, and West Virginia that took us from fair to fair, in addition to posh horse club sites, to watch our sister survive round after round of 2-1/2 foot fences, and to discover the joys of 4H livestock, penny arcades, and carnival shows that were sometimes very upsetting. I remember begging my mother to let me see the 10 inch woman. The picture on the side of the truck showed a miniature beauty, dressed in a long, white vintage dress, wearing a tiny hat perched on a slender neck draped in ringlets, standing elegantly on a wooden chair. I wanted to pay my quarter, go behind the curtain, and say "hello". I was ill-prepared for the twisted figure, minus certain body parts, who stared sullenly at me from the stage high above my head. I fled crying and spent the rest of the afternoon in the stalls with the grooms, begging to help brush the horses. It was the first time I remember voicing my inward questions which follow me still, every time I am confronted with someone with whom fate has dealt harshly: Why did that happen to her? Where are the people who can care for her? Where are the people who love her? Where is her family? Why isn't someone looking after her? As an alleged grown-up, these questions usually blossom into some action on my part, which is startlingtly inferior to the ability to wave a magic wand to make a person's heartache and suffering vanish completely into thin air.
Fantasy :: wishful thinking
I think the harshest non-wishful thinking that I grapple with as an adult is that people's stories do not always have happy endings, there is terrible suffering in the world, and things don't necessarily turn out okay, the way we like to tell one another that they do and will. Life is not obligated to be kind to us. Being kind is our responsibility. Which is unfortunate because, being human, we screw everything up.
Homework :: tedious boredom
Crush :: Ben's face
Being from Pittsburgh, I am overly concerned about the status of Ben Roethlisberger's face after his motorcycle accident, and the impact that it will have on the Steelers next season. I figure at best his game will be out of balance.
Late :: early
I go to bed late. I get up early. Consequently, I'm always tired. Duh.
Husband :: tied down
I am completely shocked that I wrote this. I would prefer to adopt Oscar Wilde's wisdom that says marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Obviously I've got my life the way I want it, and, since I seem to be on a quest to think totally differently than I've ever thought before, I don't want a man walking into it and
messing it up changing it around. I guess that's good, but I'm not sure.
Soccer :: ball
Soccer fans were in total heaven a couple of weeks ago.
Wine :: Do they miss me?
Since I stopped drinking 6 years ago, I often drive by my friendly neighborhood Wine & Spirits state liquor store, wondering if the people who work there miss me. I'm still amazed that Beringer and Fetzer didn't go belly up.
Before :: Ere
A standard crossword puzzle word.
Given my response to husband above, I am not allowed to do this one.
Have a great Sunday.