And, as I said– I right fluently.
Here we are it seems– on a Friday night. Wonderfully so– at home, all happy on a Friday night with classical music from the bathroom and a toilet just flushed and the most wonderful gorgeous fall cool breeze is blowing over me. And Gregg, sweet Gregg, listens to classical music on the radio and comes into the living room in his skivvies to turn on the radio in the living room to hear a piece of music he loved when he was 12. It is sad and sweet, sweet violins begging forever for love and long quiet nights. Clear speaking violins breaking romantically now. And something blooms deep inside. And some girl says “aw baloney!” and the cool breeze goes on.
Giving you 2010 Tumblr 😝
Here is a hobby I started last year- making mixtapes for friends and family. You can still buy cd/cassette boomboxes at places like Target but you’ll probably need to go to Amazon for the tapes.
This one is a “Best of Nuggets” collection I made from cds I got at the library.
HMS Valiant followed by HMS Hood and HMS Renown firing their guns during the Silver Jubilee of King George V, taken from HMS Rodney, 1935.[2048 x 1387]
“Spirit of America – Sonic 1” of Craig Breedlove after new land speed record, Utah, 1965 [1599x1060]
Miss USSR contestants, 1988, [1068*1613]
Flag bearers: a guard of engineers Fort Belvoir, Virginia. 1944 [1677x1304]
Chinatown’s Mott Street, 1983 [3000x2002]
Grotto in an iceberg, photographed during the British Antarctic Expedition of 1911-1913, 5 Jan 1911
These days are burdens. I feel so near to having my life the way I want it– and so frustrated with where I still am and the problems I am still dealing with.
Since January my life has been dominated by my financial situation. When I left Richard I was behind on all my bills– had borrowed money from Marijean for deposit on my apartment and had to come up with the first month’s rent very shortly. That situation has perpetuated itself for ten long months now– and the constant pressure of being broke has taken me to the limits of mental exhaustion. I drink and get stoned because it is only when I am totally narcotized that the worrying seems to be alleviated.
And then, about a week ago, the horror stories from Missouri resume. This time she leaves him and goes to her mother’s house. In the scuffle he hurts Grandma Cline, hits Aunt Ann over the head with a gun, and throws Laura Lee around. Uncle Bud comes to the rescue and when the police and ambulance arrive he is giving my father a rather sound beating. My father spends the night in jail– next day my mother tells her lawyer to proceed with divorce proceedings which have been pending since March. Aunt Ann files charges against my father.
Meanwhile, no one has heard anything from him. He vowed to Uncle Bud that “he owed him one.” So the family is waiting in fear for the crazy man to strike again. My mother, penniless, can’t even drive because he broke her car windshield. I sent her $30 to pay bills with– which I have to borrow from Arlene.
Then today, Lynn is driving my car when the motor stops and she parks the car in Georgetown illegally in rush hour and leaves it. The sticker has expired, I can’t get it inspected because I can’t afford the repairs. It has no license on the front. When I get home from work, Richard drives me there to see if it will start. The car is gone. Furious I have him bring me home. He calls me later to tell me that it wasn’t towed (he called the police department) but moved onto a side street. So we have to go back later to get it– IF it will start.
Morris and Salom Electrobats in front of the Old Metropolitan Opera House on Manhattan’s 39th Street in 1898. The Electrobats are electric battery-powered cars that served as early taxis in NYC. [3019×1809]
Tom Barry was the leader of the IRA 3rd West Cork Flying Column, photographed below around 1922. Barry’s Flying Column ambushed British forces on the 28th of November 1920 killing 18 Auxiliaries in Kilmichael, Cork, Ireland. [294x432]