Fixing stuff, myself included…
The Late Tuesday Too # 10
1.) Tell us about your most frustrating experience in dealing with the government, or some kind of authority and red tape.
Yesterday, was spent trying to help my friend Abbott, who is eighty one, open a bank account. The bank he has dealt with for years closed his account because he was overdrawn by $7.00! They know who he is, but nonetheless insisted he must have a current picture id to open a new account. No you can’t have your old account back. No you may not use an expired passport, and no your social security card is not enough either, even with your expired license from another state. Off we go to get a picture id from the DMV. You must have your birth certificate if you don’t possess a current picture id. Well, I explain his house burned down, and he no longer has a birth certificate. You must get a copy of the birth certificate from the records of whatever city he was born in. Hmmmm… turns out he was born at home. All this because of $7.00, and the idiot people at the bank who insist he must prove who he is, when they know full well who he is.
2.) Tell us your crazy kitty or, crazy dog, or crazy whatever story.
This is more a story of crazy circumstances. Once upon a time I lived in Adams Morgan D.C. I rented a large one bedroom basement apartment in a no pet building for myself, my lover and one cat (Cosmic Cat also known as Fatboy). I did not know my lover had such a penchant for animals. Duh… she worked for a veterinarian. First came the white standard poodle Leslie, the next new member of the household was a small black cat whose name escapes me, but her pregnancy did not. Then there was Newla the black standard poodle who was quickly followed by Jane the stray kitten we found on the street in Georgetown. Both Leslie and the nameless cat gave birth; Leslie had a litter of 4 and the cat had, thank god only 3 kittens. I know you won’t believe this, but the next was Fred a german wire haired pointer and then Zelda the greyhound who had to be saved from track. Oh, I almost forgot Mark, a feral cat that was never quite tame, and thought our situation completely hopeless. All these new additions arrived within a three year time span. Yes we did have an outside entrance, well almost anyway. We had to cross the hall and go through the furnace room. Always hoping not to run into Peyton the alcoholic janitor/maintenance man who lived in the other basement apartment. Of course they knew we had a circus living with us, but for some reason (actually the owner of the building had a crush on me) we were allowed to stay. Eventually we moved to a house with a yard! on Chincoteague Island. That was one of my I must be near the ocean years.
3.) You’ve decided to buy a vanity license plate for your car. What does it say? If it’s not obvious, what does it mean to you?
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“We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.”
–Johann von Goethe
I just woke up! give me a few minutes! EST it’s 7 AM
Spent the entire day dealing with red tape issues = aaaaaaaack! and double aaaaaaaaack! I’ll have a question on the Tuesday Too tomorrow about that particular issue. On a happier note, I finally did get a kitty cat. I’ve named him Elliot; I decided that Schrodinger was just too much to saddle both of us with.
What’s Elliot like?
He’s a great little cat; at nine months old he looks like a midget maine coon cat. Elliot is a brown tabby with tuffs of golden hair sprouting owl like from his ears and a big fat tail that makes him looks like a raccoon. Already he’s high maintainence, after a sizable “donation” to the SPCA on Saturday, I’ve had to wisk him off to my vet today, who informed me he needs to have antibiotics to clear up a respirtory infection, and eye drops to clear his eyes. All that aside, I’m quite pleased to have him, and he appears to be quite taken with me. Last night he started what I want to prevent from becoming a ritual; the tap, tap, tapping with his paw at 2 AM is not something I want to encourage.
When can we expect the Tuesday Too?
The Tuesday Too will be up around 5 AM, unless Elliot has his way with me again. Remember, I’m a morning person.
Just because I said I was re-designing this blog, doesn’t mean it will happen overnight. After all it’s Saturday, and my main objective for today is (can you hear the drum roll?) writing the discussion section of the thesis. It will probably be only about 5 pages, but as I now know this will only be the first draft. You’ve got to start somewhere!
Why are you up at this ungodly hour?
Probably so I can get totally frustrated by blogger not letting me post this morning. **#^* so there, I’ll just write it in notepad… ha! It’s possible I’m signing myself up for way too much; I hope not.
Well, besides my bright idea of re-designing here, finishing the damn thesis, trying to lose the same ten pounds I lost and gained last year, I’ve signed on to a group blog: BlogSisters.
Maybe you need therapy.
I think I need another cup of coffee, and an ergodynamic chair to roll around on. Before I can get rolling though, I’ll have to pickup all the statistics books and piles of reference papers on the floor surrounding my porcelain top kitchen table which serves as my desk. I can hear the birds starting to chirp, which means it must be about 5 AM, which also means I’ve been blogging and cruising around since 2 AM. Perhaps I do need therapy.
What kind of therapy do you prefer?
Do you remember the movie Harvey? Dr. Chumley, Elwood P. Dwod’s psychiatrist says all I want is 2 weeks in Akron Ohio, under a tree, with Harvey stroking my brow and saying, “poor, poor thing”. Harvey is a pooka; a giant invisible rabbit that only Dwod and then Chumley can see. Does this sound like an ideal vacation or what?
I think it’s more of an or what.
What if I don’t agree with you? What does it mean when we say the next generation? How many years go by between generations? Ten, twenty? I’m just wondering if there’s a rule here? If I’m old enough to be your sister, we’re in the same generation, unless of course I’m your much older or much younger sister. If I’m old enough to be your mother then I’m one generation removed. If I’m old enough to be your grandmother then I’m two generations removed. Does that make sense?
If we knew what we were doing, it wouldn’t be called research, would it?
— Albert Einstein
I’m not sure I can picture this.
Neither am I, but that’s the general direction I’m headed in. Something over the top is what I have in mind.
Over the top of what?
Top as in spinning, topsy-turvy, top of the line, top o the mornin to ye, take it from the top, convertible, top of the ninth, top it off, top of my head. Does that answer your question?
Is this some kind of bizarre programming?
Not exactly, but it could be Dr. Ruth serving word salad for the main course.
Are you always this oblique?
No, it’s just one of my unruly days that escape me, and I find myself wondering whatever is it that I’m after? Could it be afterward, or could it be that after all is said and done, I’m still left to wonder?
As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.
— Albert Einstein
Yadda, yadda, yadda, what else is going on?
My site was down this morning for a couple of hours, so I cruised around and found two new site’s I’m particularly fond of. One was a no-brainer to find = new on the top of blogger’s most wanted list: rushkoff.com, and the other is kalilily time, which I stumbled across with delight, but don’t ask me how I found it. Rushkoff will likely get you thinking about “reality tunnels”, and Elaine will get you thinking about the twists and turns within the tunnel; both are brain alignment centers.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
— Albert Einstein