Ya'll, I'm turning over a new leaf and I'm ready to have some fun. No more moping and hoping and living in the past. I'm ready to dance, at least metaphorically.

I came across this photo of E.E. Cummings and Marion Morehouse several years ago and saved it. Not that it matters, but Wikipedia says it's not clear if they ever legally married but they lived together in a common law marriage for about 30 years until his death in 1962. I don't know why, but I think it's one of the saddest photos I've ever seen. He's looking across the table at her with bemused resignation, and she appears almost distraught in posture and can't bear to look him in the eye.

More than likely what's really going on is he's already decided what he wants to order and she's still looking down reading the menu and trying to decide between the chef salad and the burger with fries.

Maybe after dessert he wrote this on a napkin. It could've happened.

i have found what you are like by E. E. Cummings

Water Drama

My phone rang at around 5 a.m. on Monday. You know the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when the phone wakes you up from a sound sleep and it's still dark outside. Your mind automatically jumps to the awareness that something is wrong.

Luckily, it wasn't something wrong with a family member. It was an automated call from the City of Weatherford alerting its citizens about a water main leak which necessitated turning off the water supply. We were without water for two days and even though it's back on we're told it's not fit for consumption or for washing dishes, but we can bathe. If we can't do dishes in it why is it safe to take a shower in it?

And wouldn't you know, I had a sink full of dishes needing to be washed. I don't suppose it's a good idea to do laundry either if the water is full of sediments, etc that might stain. There IS icky stuff in the water. After boiling water and pouring it through a Brita filter I can see the nasty stuff in the dregs at the bottom of the pan in which the water was boiled. EW.

It sure gives one an appreciation for modern conveniences and a slight insight into what it must have been like before modern plumbing. Imagine having to haul the water to the house.

When the water supply was turned back on we were told we were in level five drought conditions with a ban on outside watering. Last night the ban was lowered to a level four. My potted plants and morning glories are happy, but sadly, it might be too late for the petunias.

Another old favorite

Dave Mason - We Just Disagree
Have I posted this song before or have I only thought about it?

Not quite a murder of crows

These fellows scavenging for food in the yard across the street remind me of the ravens at the Tower of London.

The counselor I spoke to after finding out what I found out about my marriage told me the reason people do what they do even if they know what they're doing is wrong is that doing what they want to do makes them feel good. That was a convoluted sentence. He was not the right counselor for me. At the beginning of our first session he held up a sign that had the word crying with a slash through it, as in NO CRYING. My marriage was ending and he didn't think I should cry?! WTF! Still, I think he was right about what motivates us to act on things we know we shouldn't, to a point. There are some things we do that don't make us feel good, yet we keep doing them. What is the motivation behind that? Stuck in a rut? Habit? Hope? Brain Chemistry? Mental Illness? Stupidity?