Month: March 2004

  • Bohemian Days

    Back in 1963, when I was 24, I lived in New York City with my daughter’s father-to-be, a young Swiss painter here on a visa, in a storefront on the Lower East Side. I worked in the English Typing Unit at the United Nations and wrote poetry and he painted. We also earned extra cash modeling for Moses and Raphael Soyer, American painters of some note, who especially liked painting the young bohemians of the time (yes, this was before beatniks and flower children). I’ve always wondered where this painting went and so I did a net search and found I could order a book on Moses Soyer for which it is the frontispiece. It came this week and now at last, at 64, I have a color reproduction of it. Memories…

    Deep Thought: As the snow started to fall, he tugged his coat tighter around himself. Too tight, as it turned out. “This is the fourth coat crushing this year”, said the sergeant as he outlined the body with a special pencil that writes on snow.

    Today I am grateful for: Used books

  • THINGS THAT REFRESH MY SOUL

    Cameron
    My first grandchild is 12 now and entering adolescence, but he remains a symbol to me of the joy that grandparents experience to be allowed to return one last time to the wonder of childhood in the company of their own flesh and blood. I decided by the time Cameron was two that I wanted to spend every Saturday with him (and later his sister, Sierra, who is now 8). I found him a Saturday friend, a little boy his age who lived across the street from me, and together the three of us had many grand adventures, in all seasons over the past 10 years. The friend has moved away, and now that parent dynamics have changed I see him more like every other Saturday, but I know I helped play a small role in the fine, bright, shiny young person he has become.
    Deep Thought: Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you’ll be a mile from them, and you’ll have their shoes.
    Today I am grateful for: Shoe inserts

  • The Rest of the Story

    I was just too pooped (to make a terrible pun) to check back in yesterday. The good news, I think, is that they didn’t discover any disturbing pathology, though they found and removed one very small benign-looking polyp and took some random biopsy samples to look for “microscopic colitis.” I won’t get the results of that for a couple of weeks probably. The bad news is that it was an even more unpleasant experience that I expected. I had had one other colonoscopy 7 years ago that I recalled as uncomfortable and did without any sedation. This one was painful even with sedation. I had also requested a woman doctor for the procedure, was told who she would be, and found at the last moment that my request was ignored. I wound up with 2 male doctors, a Fellow and an Attending doing the procedure, 2 other male technicians in the room, and one female nurse. The Fellow is, of course, someone in training, and in my opinion he was unnecessarily rough. So I just have to say that when you hear on the news that everybody should be screened for colon cancer because it is so easy to prevent if caught in time, I agree, and when they say it’s no big deal I have to disagree. I think that part depends a lot on circumstance. And now here’s the Friday Five on Saturday:
    1. What was the last song you heard?
    I think it must have been Pockets Full of Gold by Vince Gill. I just love his voice.
    2. What were the last two movies you saw?
    Mona Lisa Smile and The Order on video. Both met my fairly low expectations. I kind of left Mona Lisa Smile, thinking, who cares about all these waspy rich girls anyway? And as for The Order, too bad about Heath Ledger. He seemed to have promise when he first appeared on the scene. The movie was gloomy and boring.
    3. What were the last three things you purchased?
    Iams dry catfood, 2 tiny bottles of Scope – one for my purse and one for home, and some different-colored post-its.
    4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
    Mow my lawn, at least in the front yard; clean my house and do laundry; attend my home group Recovery meeting.
    5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
    Oops, almost forgot this one. They were: (1) my son on the phone about his visit to the doctor yesterday, (2) his girlfriend on the phone when I called to see how he was, (3) my daughter on the phone before she took off with her boyfriend to meet his mother this weekend, (4) the friend who took me to my procedure yesterday and brought me home, and (5) the kind woman who helped me in the recovery room and kept bringing me warm blankets and stuff to drink and calling me “sweetie.”
    Deep Thought: Somebody told me how frightening it was how much topsoil we are losing each year, but I told that story around the campfire and nobody got scared.
    Today I am grateful for: The many choices in life

  • Hanging in There

    Feeling pretty fragile this morning. Swallowed all that awful cleansing dreck last night and this morning. Made me uncomfortable enough I had to call the doctor to make sure everything was okay. Taking off this morning at 8:00 am. Procedure at 10:00 am. Should be home by 1:00 pm I hope. Wish me luck.
    Deep Thought: Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights, even if you don’t know what your rights are, or who the person is you’re talking to. Then on the way out, slam the door.
    Today I am grateful for: Friends

  • Thought I would post this piece written by my very bright daughter.  It might be controversial subject matter, but it’s obviously very current and time we all talked about it.  Visit her at turtle_dove


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    Ok, I’m Gonna Weigh In



    On the Gay Thing:


    I never watch TV or the news, so I was behind, but last night I caught 60 minutes and saw the governor of San Francisco being interviewed about the whole deal with his granting gay marriages.  Ok, here’s my 2 cents.  First off, I was born in SF (Haight Ashbury to be exact).  I am the child of a liberal hippy.  So you can see where this is going.  Yay team!  I am thrilled that a straight man in power decided to rule in against discrimination.


    Ok, that being said, I had a very interesting conversation with D. about the whole thing.  Now this is a man with almost the opposite view, but we were able to talk and completely avoid any argument, just explore the issue.  Very good deal.  Well, we discussed a side issue which has to do with our cultural expectations about gender.


    What I find to be very interesting is how threatening it is to people — probably due to socialization — when people do not exhibit their expected sex/gender characteristics.  If a man is too effeminate or a woman is too masculine, androgynous or non-descript, people get upset.  Now, this is something I don’t intrinsically understand, because I have to admit that I love it.  Gender play to me is awesome.  But maybe I was never really indoctrinated into the rules.


    After all, hippies wore long hair.  While sexism did continue to prevail in the actual era of the 60s, even within hippy circles, men were busting out and exploring more feminine expressions of beauty.  Hey, don’t even get me started on Glam Rock.  But as you can see, I grew up in a subculture that wasn’t hung up on men wearing the pants and women putting on tons of lipstick.  So maybe I’m biased, or maybe I’m a bit more free.


    But back to why gays threaten people….?  First off, I need to mention that I think it’s often overlooked how much diversity there is in the gay population.  (And I’m not even addressing bisexuality – yet).  People tend to think of gays in terms of stereotypes and extremes.  When they say they are upset by the gay lifestyle and it’s outward visual expression, they’re generally talking about men who use a higher pitched voice, a limp and flamboyant wrist style, and more sensual attire, and women who cut their hair so as not to look overly feminine and wear very drab, boring, masculine clothing. 



    But what about lipstick lesbians and very butch gay men?  And what about all the gay people you know (whether you know they are or not) who seem to be just like any other run of the mill heterosexual (no affect at all).  Just throwing out there that there is such a range within the gay subcommunity, just like there is within the straight.


    In other words, these women refuse to adorn themselves for the pleasure of men, and these particular men refuse to defend their masculinity in a display of testosterone.  I think that’s what pisses people off, or disturbs them.  Hey, they’re not playing by the rules!  Coach, take ‘em outta the game.


    And it’s disturbing to some people to have attention drawn to these rules.  It’s a given that most prejudice is founded on some amount of fear of difference.  I think people are threatened to be made aware, even at a subconscious level, that to some degree their prized masculinity or feminity was socialized and not inherent.  And therefore, perhaps they might be at risk to lose it?  Dunno.  Why it’s such a big farkin’ deal to be accused of being a “fag” in high school I will never know.  I truly don’t understand it.  All I know is there is some primal urge to wage violence over the issue, even in children (adolescents).  That is truly sad to me.


    People are given the heebie-jeebies sometimes when they begin to realize that we all have masculine and feminine within us.  We are souls, not tied to our body’s gender.  We have so much within us that can be expressed, irrespective of our hormones and genitalia.  I find that diversity within to be one of the most rich sources of creativity, as do many, many others.  I wish that joy and awe were more infectious, but clearly it’s not.  Clearly, them’s fightin’ words.  Sigh.


    Ok, then I would be remiss not to mention the Kinsey research which postulated that heterosexuality and homosexuality might be two different continuum within people.  You could be a little bit of both, and the ratio might not be connected.  How straight you are and how open to being gay you are might not be contingent.  I don’t know if I’m explaining that well, but what it means to me is that we may all be unaware of our bisexuality within.  But that’s a whole ‘nother controversy.


    Ciao for now.

  • Just When I Thought

    it was safe to plan on having my procedure tomorrow, I woke up with an abscessed tooth this morning. I had only noticed it was sensitive yesterday when I bit down on it and thought I’d just call the dentist and deal with it next week, but this morning it’s definitely in big trouble. This is a tooth that was suspicious in the past but I had it recrowned a few years ago and it seemed to be doing okay. It’s a big molar in the back too. Needless to say, I’m freaked out because I’m sure the dentist (who is pull-happy) will want to yank it and there is just about nothing that I find more traumatic than having a tooth pulled (only 2 so far in my life). So now it’s about 5 a.m. and I’m waiting till the emergency dentist phone opens up so I can see how fast I can get in today. I’ll have to cancel my procedure tomorrow and reschedule it so I can deal with this first. Guess I’ll have to take today off and work tomorrow instead of the opposite. BTW, my son is actually just having a consultation tomorrow it turns out, and he too is very anxious to get his surgery over with so he’s hoping to get in fast for that too. So that’s my sad story. Hope you’re having a healthy day.
    Deep Thought: If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you’re in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don’t know what to tell you.
    Today I am grateful for: Having dental insurance

    UPDATE:   Turned out the tooth didn’t have to be pulled.  It was just that something had caught underneath it where there is a little bone loss that creates a pocket.  The dentist cleaned it out in a jiffy and now I’m at work fasting. Whew!  Thanks for the support everybody.  It really helps.
    UPDATE #2:  Boy, one more hour till I can leave work and I’ll be so glad.  Awhile back I suddenly got lightheaded for a bit and had to go get another smoothie from the deli.  Of course, stupid me decided to exercise by stairclimbing like I usually do several times a day.  It made me scared to get in my car and drive home, but now I feel okay. I did decide to ask my friend who is going to drive me to pick me up from my house instead of meeting her halfway tomorrow. 
    UPDATE #3:Made it home – hooray! Now 5:15 PM. Start the dreaded purge at 7:00 PM.

  • Preparation

    Not much to say today. Starting preparations for the procedure on Friday. Today no food with nuts, seeds, or skins. Tomorrow no food at all, just liquids. That’s going to be hard. I wish I could stay home for that, but because I just retired/rehired, I lost all my sick leave so I’ll have to be at work while fasting – sigh. Found out yesterday that my son (35) is going to have to have a hernia surgery the same morning I have my procedure and I won’t be able to go be with him. Luckily, he has a great girlfriend to be there. Turns out it’s the same surgeon who did my hernia surgery 15 years ago. I’m so glad he’s getting this taken care of. Good health is so important. I can’t think of anything that affects so much all aspects of our lives. Take care of yourself today and cut yourself some slack.
    Deep Thought: Here’s a good joke to do during an earthquake: Straddle a big crack in the ground, and if it opens wider, go “Whoa! Whoa!” and flail your arms around, like you’re going to fall in.
    Today I am grateful for: Animal rights activists

  • Spring

    OK, I declare it’s sprung in Portland. There is one daffodil blooming in my back yard and all over town you can just tell. We had a few days of sun and temps over 70 this week. Oh I know it won’t last. We’ll get more rain. But I don’t care. Time to start gardening.
    Yesterday I finally got my colonoscopy scheduled for this Friday morning. More will be revealed. Have a great day everybody.
    Deep Thought: Sometimes you have to be careful when selecting a new name for yourself. For instance, let’s say you have chosen the nickname “Fly Head.” Normally you would think that “Fly Head” would mean a person who has beautiful swept-back features, as if flying through the air. But think again. Couldn’t it also mean “having a head like a fly”? I’m afraid some people might actually think that.
    Today I am grateful for: Blow dryers

  • The Passion of the Christ

    Against my better judgment, I went to see this film yesterday because a friend who happens to be Catholic was going with her church group and asked me along. I knew ahead of time that I would see 2 hours of detailed torturing and killing so I can’t complain. Not a religious person, I sat in the audience and fought back deep anger at the seeming senselessness of it all and that is all I will say as I know many Xangans are devoutly religious and I don’t wish to offend anyone. Here is a poem I wrote when I was young:

    Savior

    I look carefully at the sky he
    went back to, not believing him
    a clever man – he did make
    enemies and threw away his life,
    but at least his face held
    steady, while the audience around
    the cross dissolved in fear.
    ___
    Deep Thought: The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself. Then I told myself, ‘Go ahead, do whatever you want, it’s ok by me.’”
    Today I am grateful for: Spirituality


  • THINGS THAT REFRESH MY SOUL
    Back in February I started this Sunday subject with Animals. Guess I’ll do it by alphabet, so today is:
    Babies

    I loved having babies. My two were born in 1965 and 1968, when I was a wacked out young flower child in the Haight-Ashbury. They were both 2 weeks overdue weighing in at 9lbs11oz and 10lbs2oz. I had a crash course in childbirth breathing stuff during the first labor, but was awake for both. I was physically healthy and so were they, thank god. My favorite part of them was the back of their necks. Nursed them both well past a year. I got to experience babyhood again when my grandchildren were born 12 and 8 years ago. There’s just nothing like having an infant fall asleep on your chest with their fuzzy little head under your chin. Best of all though is watching them watch the world with fresh eyes. Don’t you wish we could all get that back for a minute – maybe just on Sundays?
    Deep Thought: Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.
    Today I am grateful for: Health insurance