Sunday, January 22, 2023

The Snowy Day

 


So good morning all, I write to you this morning as light flakes of snow cascade down outside my window. It looks like my neighbor across the alley may have installed some metal or wood contraption by his gate—or maybe it was always there and I didn’t notice it before? No one seems to be occupying that rental property…it has sat vacant for months. Wonder why? I’m also wondering why almost every single apartment I lived in was broken into: two in Washington DC (one on Church St. NW and one on 17th St. NW); my VW car stereo was stolen when I lived on Flower Ave., in Takoma Park, MD; my precious garnet serpent ring was stolen from a month-to-month rental I had on Town St. in Columbus; and a box of checks were stolen then there was a botched attempt to steal my answering machine all when I lived on City Park Avenue, also in Columbus.

I guess I’m wondering about the robberies this morning because last night was First Responders Night at the Arena. I seem to have had my fair share of interaction with the cops, though thankfully it was to report dastardly things done to me, not bad things I had done. Maybe these unresolved crimes are why I naturally like to try my hand at a little sleuthing of my own. The Jackets were definitely on a hunt last night, they played an outstanding game against San Jose, with Gaudreau, Patty Laine and Nyquist finally, finally showing us their stuff. I was thrilled with the victory and even Michael went ahead and purchased tickets to the Minnesota Wild game next month! They are giving out free hats that night so I really want to be there. You know me and my hats, LOL.

I’m thinking All The World’s A Stage And We Are Merely Players, and I’m wondering if maybe I should have explored the Theater Department at Smith. But no, I was all focused on Government and Economics, why, dear Lord, why? Those topics these days just put me in fits, what with the current mess in Washington and recession looming on the horizon. I told mom I thought the only solution was to see a split ticket run for President in 2024, and she replied Abraham Lincoln put all his enemies in his Cabinet, something that sounds like a very good idea to me. Maybe that’s why my first (I think) manic piece of art was a “mosaic” of sorts of broken coffee mugs, in an old window panel, including one mug from Key Bank and another from The Columbus Dispatch. Alas, that mosaic is long gone, I gave it to Andi, who rest in peace, is not with us anymore. Goodness knows what she did with it. Or who she gave it to…?

Fingers crossed a mosaic I did in sanity, “U.S. Mind Control Massive” is still up in the attic. That’s a pivotal piece I did back in the ‘90s, working away in the garage of the City Park place. I started my own little “business” called “Modern Mosaics” and had business cards printed up by Kinkos right there downtown. I’m chuckling because I also had business cards made up when I got sick that very first time back in 2002. They said “SWELL: Smart Women Educating Leaders to Listen.” I handed them out to various men I thought needed them. Guess all those ended up in some circular file in some basement. Hee hee.

Well, the snow is really coming down now, so I guess mom and I must reschedule our church visit. That’s actually OK, I have a Zoom with my dear Smith pals today, who make me laugh. Smith College, grrrrrrrr, they rejected my podcast interview discussing my recovery from alcoholism and bipolar instability. Wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole. Yet they have crooked Nancy Pelosi speak to students, while with their hands behind their backs take all that endowment cash from Republican donors and try to funnel it out to students coming in from everywhere BUT Ohio. Don’t get me started. I could write a book on this.

OK, Michael is up, so off I must go. Enjoy your Sunday, dear reader(s). And the snow, if you have some in your neck of the woods!



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