Car Show

It was a beautiful morning to stroll the riverfront and take pictures of classic cars.  Casey always walks around saying, “I should have kept that ….(1947 GMC truck) (1965 Mustang) (Dodge Swinger) (on and on)” while I say, “let’s buy one…you need a project”.  No less that 3 of my sister’s former cars were represented:  1961 Chevelle, 1969 Nova, and 1971 Malibu, but they looked a lot better than the ones Donna drove.

Grills, roomy interiors, head ornaments, and squeaky clean motors…

 

We day-dreamed about driving this baby around the country…

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I think the hippie-dippy effect would better suit our needs, but being able to check your reflection in the door is kinda cool, too…

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I bet this evening’s rain just beaded up and rolled off of that wax…

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Olivia was here for a sleepover Thursday, but woke up about 2am and flipped and flopped the rest of the night.  She kept telling me she was okay, but she sure wasn’t.  We got out around noon and tried some rummage sales, though she was listless and quiet.  As we were driving through BK to get a sprite, she threw up…   Only once, though, and we still managed to find a nice turquoise dinosaur with pink hair for 50cents at a sale so she had someone to snuggle as she spent a sick day on the couch.

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She had perked up some by the time her mom and dad picked her up… I think it was something she ate (fingers crossed).

Pals…

Okay, after my last post, I might have left you thinking that I have no friends.  I actually do, though…

A  young lady I met in nursing school, born a week after me in the same hospital (probably the same incubator, we figure), Kathy Jo McClurken Hanson is a pal, good and true.  Kathy and I didn’t just share our time at DSN, but we shared some happy/sad/challenging years afterward.  I don’t think I could have survived my first marriage without her friendship and support.  She disappeared when Melissa was about 3 or 4, but I hunted her down as soon as the Internets would help me.  I found her about 4 years ago in Ames, Iowa.   Her mom still lives over in Carmi, so I’m thrilled to see her whenever she visits the area; we met up for lunch at Olive Garden yesterday.   She and I have always connected on a very spiritual level and we pick up conversations right where we left off.

Kathy and I planned to save the world, but as Lennon said, “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans”.  Besides, we didn’t really know How…yet.  Yesterday as we discussed what we plan for our retirement years, I got very excited about the prospect of  dusting off those old ideals and using our acquired wisdom to realize them.  I think now we might really know How…

I only wish she lived closer, but I hold her close in my heart.

Movin’ On

It’s been on my mind for a while, now;  I hesitate to write it about it, to expose it to the light of day and judgment of Others.  But I seemed blocked by it, as if I’m hiding something…or hiding from something.

It’s about my high school class reunion, re-named a Birthday Celebration.   Wait, back up…

I really like facebook for many reasons.  1) I get to “see” people who I’ve lost touch with.  2) People get to see me, and ain’t I cute?  3) I can control it, i.e. what I reveal, who I share with, etc. 4) some people Can’t control themselves and I love to silently judge them before I hide them.   While it’s lost its luster, I still check in and check it out.  I think catching up with high school classmates on FB,  sharing pictures of our grandkids and glimpses of  our lives, is enough “reunion”.  After all, most of them live here in Evansville, many have had to return often to visit their parents over the years, and none  felt compelled to give me a call during the last 42 years…sooo…

I’m okay with all that, right?  Luckily, I had planned to be out of town on the week-end they chose to party, so that’s fine…  Except our plans changed and I started second-guessing myself.   I began to obsess over my horrible, terrible, unhappy, awful high school years and how Extremely fuckedup my family life was, and how sad and miserable and scared and young and..and…  It didn’t get any better after high school and into nursing school…I spiralled downward, downdown…   It took me Years and Years to climb back…

While none of this has anything to do with the people I went to high school with, I was left with a terribly wistful feeling, wishing I’d actually made some friends…for I actually made not one Real Friend in all those years.  I read the FB posts on our high school page and was amazed that these people actually Remember each other—I swear, I thought Joe E. was in the class of 72— and had fun together…and it made me sad.   However, it did not inspire me to go to the party and finally make some high-school friends…(though I really had some outstanding classmates and it would be fun to do a one-on-one get-together with a couple of them).  I simply dredged up some uncomfortable memories…

There!!  I’ve said it:  I hated High School. I’m tired of being sad, though, and there’s no future in the past.  Life is all about moving on…

Ellis Park opens next week and I’ll be back out there protecting the populace.

Melissa, Emma, and Eliza will be landing at Sonnystone 7/13, staying until 7/31 !!!   Hurray and hurrah!!!

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Some B&A…

I’m still not completely done with the upstairs preparations, but since the Jose’ fam won’t be here till July I’m not in a big hurry.  Here’s the so-far…(all of the “befores” are first, duh)

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But the biggest change was downstairs, dining room…

 

 

As you can tell, I moved the hutch…

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You can imagine moving all that, dishes and stuff, rugs and even curtains.  I’m sick of it.  I was glad to get away to the BluesFest last week and now I feel “moved in”.

One more B&A, then I’ll let you go.  Remember the trees Vectren killed and said they’d come back and cut?  They came out last Friday and did the work—It looks soo much better:

up all night…

I can’t sleep.  I tossed and turned, told my brain to STFU, finally got up and have exhausted every bookmark on this computer.   I have an appointment in the morning, so it’s too late to take a chill-pill…I’m doomed…

Here’s some pictures of last night’s Blues Festival headliners, Voice of the Wetlands Allstars.   The Allstars are a group of New Orleans musicians pulled together by Tab Benoit to raise awareness of the erosion of the Gulf Coast wetlands (beginning before Katrina, actually).

The version visiting Henderson last night included Benoit on guitar; Cyril Neville belting some blues and playing percussion;  Johnny Sansone made the harmonica wail and played accordion for some zydeco;  legendary drummer Johnny Vidocovich; a remarkable bassist,  Corey Dupelchin;  Waylon Thibideaux playing an electric fiddle that was way cool;  and the cherry on the sundae:

 Big Chief Monk Beaudreaux brought it on home…

Boy-child, his lovely bride, and their precocious daughter were with us.  The weather was Ohio River Valley Summertime, complete with sweat and chiggers…Olivia loved the waterpark and I sure wished I could have cooled off with her…

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Charley and Lana were with us, as well…

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But, as always, my Twin Cousin, Ronna Lynn Loppnow, was the Life of the Party…

(Ronna lives down near Houston, TX and we don’t get to see her very often, so Lana and I try to take her with us when we’re having the Most Fun)

I guess I’d better try to get some rest…

just one more cup…

We got new carpet laid yesterday…in the dining room adjacent to the living room.  This floor has always been wood, so it has taken me 10 years to quash the guilt and cover it.  I like wood floors as much as anybody, but this floor had a large (inherited)  sun-stain the size of an oval rug,  as well as my contribution of water-stains.  A fella came in a couple of years ago and helped us wax and shine them, but he said then that they needed to be sanded and completely revamped.   While that might have been less $$ than carpet, I HATE  cleaning wood floors. (don’t get me started about cleaning ladies again).   So I’ve spent the last 2-3 days in a mess, and now I can put it all away, obsessing  over each little arrangement of Stuff on the shelves, placing my beloved junque just-so…

The Sun is Shining!!  After last year’s drought, I’ve learned to appreciate the rain, but  this Spring is tediously wet.  While I admit it gives me time to get some of this indoor stuff done, I’ve had to be very creative when it comes to getting in my walking…but I am keeping up.

The Summer Reading Program, wherein I stated I was going nook-free, is a bust.  I just can’t do it…  I finished up Little Women and have some good books from the library.  Right away I noticed that I have to use reading glasses for Real Books, so I bought up 3 pair and have them scattered throughout the house, ready to read…  Right now I’m about 1/3 through Wild  (Cheryl Strayed) and like it, but I couldn’t resist downloading another Nero Wolfe yesterday and finished it up in a day…  I’m sounding a little bit lazy, here, aren’t I?

We’ve got some music on the agenda again this week:  WC Handy Blues Festival is On over in Henderson and we’ll be having a little family outing on Wednesday.  In the meantime, I’ve got to get the dust off the dishes…

good day