Expect a very short post, Peace keeper wars is on Scifi.

Well, the family was really cool about my not having ink today. My sister reminded me this was not the first time I was told I would be printed on one day, and ended up being printed on another.

I got to my parents in more than enough time to reach my sisters. Left the car there and traveled to Palmer with my parents. I don't like going to Palmer, I end up stinking of smoke, and the trip exhausts me.

My family reacts oddly to my discussing this illness. No one wants to use the word lupus, it is my 'issue' my 'problem'. I wonder why it is so hard for my family to say the word? Is it the word which cannot be spoken? Does my family think if they don't say the word it means I am going to get better. Can they not say it? Or do they think I am healthy, that there is nothing wrong with me? How many times do I have to mention my need for assistance, my physical limitations, my medications?

Sometimes I just want to grab people and scream in their faces, 'I am going to die! Stop pretending I am not!   I need your assistance dealing with this!'

I was laying on the couch, having major problems breathing, I wanted to take my pain medication, but I had no idea how long we were going to be there, and if I would need to be driving soon. So I dared not take my meds. Joey, one of my nephews, asked me if I had a cold, a cold! I looked at him and said, 'No honey, I'm very sick, I have a bad illness.' I mean just what do I say to him? What do I say to any of these kids.

I got to bring home lots of sweet stuff, some pumpkin cheese cake, some torta, pumpkin pie, and a few cupcakes. I have already eaten some torta, and a cupcake. Next I plan on attacking the pumpkin pie. I am going to leave the pumpkin cheesecake for taureanbabe.

From The BOSTON GLOBE. My Christmas memory, the one I published yesterday.

Will be published in the Christmas day special Sidekick issue of the BOSTON GLOBE.


SCREAM!!!!!

My parents have portrayed Santa and Mrs. Claus for many years. The idea he and my mother have been awake all night delivering presents and traveling the US in an open sleigh is important to enjoying this memory.

My Grandmother passed away just before Thanksgiving, so this year will be the first time we do not do this

I drive to my parents house far to early Christmas morning. Gathering my parents, and youngest sibling we travel to my Grandmothers nursing home. Nana would introduce him to all her friends as Santa, Mrs. Santa, and a few of the elves. Remind her female friends, she was far older than they, as she had given birth to Santa. Children pulled from under the tree to visit relatives would have a chance to thank Santa for their presents, or discuss why they did not get what they asked for. Soon my aunt and uncles would show up, along with cousins and their own children. Gifts would be exchanged, nursing home guests who were alone would be invited to join us for breakfast.

Over coffee my parents will tell stories of their exciting night, the tree the reindeer almost hit. The house where the chimney had not been cleaned since the last time he slid down. Children we had never meet before, and might never see again sat in rapt attention to Santa telling them of his adventures. My siblings and I would argue over who had to clean the reindeer stables, and wash the harnesses. (family legend states flying reindeer have flying poop - well it more floats) Finally around 10, am my Grandmother would tire and ask to be returned to her room. We would all wish the rest of the family, and the ones who joined just for the day a wonderful holiday.

Traveling next to my sisters house we will eat far to much ham, multiple servings of pie, and a gallon of egg nog each. Presents will be exchanged, pictures will be taken. Memories will be made.

Then my mother will announce the sleigh needs to be clean and the reindeer brushed. The table will be cleared, the dishes done. And family will return back to their own homes, with a full stomach, and happy memories.

Jan Dumas - Revere

No, I find it fairly soulless to hear of people so lacking in ideas of their own they take their guidelines on how to live from an empty television show that ended over a decade ago.

With my fellow pagans I will celebrate the first winter holiday Yule, on December 21st, (which prior to the calendar change in the mid 1700's fell on December 25th) the shortest day of the year. From this celebration we get the lighting of candles in the window, bring evergreen trees into our homes and decorate them. We give gifts, and sing songs of joy because the days will start getting longer, and spring will soon return.

What people crying about the lack of 'christ' in christmas ignore is the entire holiday has been stolen first from the pagans. Mithras, a Persian deity who's feast day (birthday) was December 25th. He was sent by his father-god, to bring the rule of law and rid the world of evil. Birthed to a virgin, the daughter of a shepard in the winter camp (no lambs present)

Would that the Globe could do some research on the origins of modern holidays. Not just write articles on people so empty of culture they need television to tell them what to do.

My new article was published in dog boston today,

http://www.dogboston.com/blog/

Can I get any cooler!!

We got into line at the ICA just after one. The police officer let us know it could be as long as a three hour wait. You have to love this city, only here would a museum opening have a three hour wait. But we only waited for about 30 minutes. Not to get in, but for me to get tired of hearing complaints.

She did not want to stand in line, she would get bored in the museum. She did not have a book. Finally I just could not take it, and I agreed to take her to Downtown crossing so she could look at some flat shoes.

SO I am going to check the schedule and take myself back to the ICA soon.


We stopped at DSW, then at the pen store. Grabbed a bite to eat, and went to Quincy Market so L could get some more gummy lobsters for her family. We walked through the Holocaust memorial on the way into the market.

On the way back, L started flirting with a guy on the T. He got off at the same station we did, and he walked home with L. I kind of walked near by, but not close. I was getting kind of frustrated and tired by that point, and all I could say, was 'why don't guys pay attention to my, I got skinny, I got a great ass, and a flat stomach.'

Not what I wanted to say, but it's what came out.

So Danny and I are an item!!

Sorry I was not in a mood to really post last night, I had a lot to talk about, but I had spent the entire day writing and I had drained the muse.

I finished writing when the mail came, and I started reading Time magazine. I turned to the milestone page and saw a Cockrum Storm! Yes Time Magazine thought Dave Cockrum was important enough to notice his passing. I was so surprised, I decided to call Ken and Mercy and let them know. Ken decided to tell me about spending Sunday with Danny at a little gathering for his birthday. Now I know I called Danny to wish him a happy Birthday, but he never mentioned to me that he was having a gathering. (I talked to him later and he said it was last minute)

So Ken told me that he asked Danny where I was, as did some other people and he had not thought to ask me to travel down. I so would have. So Ken asked Danny if we were fwb, or we were an item. Danny said he would think about it for a while. As Ken was leaving Danny said "Yes Ken, we are an item." I was so happy. So very happy, because I though we were becoming an item because we were starting to talk more, and we were talking about getting together more often. So it is nice to know he is feeling the same way. I was going to give him a call that day anyway, because I wanted to figure out when he was arriving for Arisia, and see if he wanted to come up here for our New Years Eve Party.

- Just a reminder, if your attending our New Years Eve party, let us know.

So I was about to grab the phone at 8 and call him, when he called me instead!!!!! Sweet. We talked for 45 minutes, about Arisia, and what was going on in our lives, and just stuff like that. It was pretty cool, very cool. And yes, we are a couple. Sweet.

That conversation was so an antidote to the day I had. I spent the day with K and the baby. Most of it was good, but we also had to go to WIC, and argue with them about Bryan's formula. He can not digest the Nestle formula which WIC wants him on. His doctor wants him on Simlac easydigest, and she sent WIC a letter saying so. And she wrote a prescription for the formula she wants him on. Well WIC still disagrees, and will only give her two containers a week. It so sucks that WIC is pushing this formula. Are they owned by Nestle or something. Has any one else used WIC, do they force WIC on every one, is that just here?

Bryan has grown, he is already 10 pound, and today I turned into one of those crazy Grandmothers. I was looking at toys at CVS while waiting my turn at the pharmacy. I woman was standing next to me looking at the 3 year old toys, while I was playing with the 3 to 6 months. I want to get at least one 3 to 6 month toy as well as some 0 to 3 months. We started talking grandbabies and the next thing I knew we were sharing pictures and talking about how smart and wonderful they were.

We had plenty of time to talk as there was an addict melting down at the pharmacy. She was on methadone, and had supposedly dropped off her prescription the night before to be filled. She was out of pills, and needed her fix. She was crying and telling the pharmacist that if she did not have her pills she would go out and spend all her money on a fix instead of food for her kids. I could not get up any sympathy up for her, not a bit. I was more annoyed that she was delaying my getting my meds. I felt no sympathy for her at all. The pharmacist got her calmed down by giving her two days worth of pills. And while he was on the phone with her doctor the assistant went back to serving people.

Since everyone who was in line had vanished as she started freaking out there was no one in line. We were watching / listening to the noise and staying out of sight. The woman had tried to get people to help her out, she asked the man behind me if he was also getting a scrip for morphine and if he would loan her some. Guess I did not look like an addict. He was very insulted at the suggestion that he would even know what morphine was. The assistant picked up the store microphone and said 'Next in line for the pharmacy.' I walked back figuring that people would start a new line. To my surprise, the guy I had been in front of mentioned me in front of him, and so I let the older woman who had been in front of me get back into her place. The couple who had been at the end of the line stepped to the back of the line, and the 8 of us retook our original places in line.

There was no discussion, no interaction from the pharmacy assistant. It just happened. I wonder, if the gentleman, the same man as was bothered by the addict, having let me in front of him was the impetus. Had it not been for his allowing me to step back into my space in line, I would not have suggested to the elderly woman to take her place. The couple would not have decided to step back in line. The woman said to her husband, 'We were behind them I think.' This made the rest of the line fall into step. I like how just one person could change the behavior of everyone else. I was just planning on stepping to the end of the line.

I also think I might go through some of my old ordainments, the ones I know will not fit on this tree and look for ways to just hang them on the walls, I can do that you know, I own the walls. I need some ideas how to hang ordainments.

so it looks as if Danny and I might be comming an item.   He had his birthday last week, and peple were surprised to not see me there.  Ken asked if we were an item or just friends, and Danny said we might be an item.

Then he called me and we talked for over an hour.  We talked about Arisia, and maybe getting together sooner than Arisia, and things we could do after Arisia. 

We both kind of agreed, after a very long conversation, that we were an item. 

It's longer than that, but I do not want to get into the conversation we had,  but I was so happy, I sat in the living room and giggled for joy.

Amoung other things. Had a very tired day. Real tired. I could not do much and at best I have been up for maybe 6 hours. Total, 6 hours.

Someday I hope to feel better, but today will not apparently be one of those days.

Tired, my hands and feet are cold, and my chest feels like my lungs are ready to implode.

The pain is like f***ing crazy. Just crazy.

Got my monthly summary report from E. Not a lot of profit the quarter. Grumble.

The entire mybooks data base is gone. Just boom gone. And my cell phone died also. What a day. Not sure if I can save the palm, what ever took it down took it DOWN!. When the phone died also, I decided I had no other choice but to replace both. I went to verizon and got a trio palm phone. So now I have a new palm, a new phone, and a camera/movie maker all at once.
So I am looking into replacing the data base. I have already rebuilt the data base on smart lists, however, the smart list will not transfer to the palm. Since having a data base on the computer is nice, but not travable (is that a word?). I need a data base that travels on the palm. Or I need to change back to another phone, and try to save the data base, or rebuild it.
Well no matter what, the data base is gone, all three thousand plus records are gone. All of them are gone.
Now I get to freek out a bit. My data base of all my nail polish colors is gone. My data base of all my tarot spreads is gone. At least my journal is still safe. But the world has not ended, I can rebuild all this stuff. It will just take a long long time.

Decided to sit at the pc for a bit, just before I go back to bed. Discovered two things that made me happy.

First I am the first story on the cool blog http://hollabackboston.blogspot.com/

And Second, when the dada page opened up, I am the first 'selected' blog. It takes so little to make me happy.

I was adding the new books to my data base on the hand held. I started to do the hot snyc and suddenly I received an error message. Both the palm and the db program crashed, the info is still on the handheld, but is gone from the computer. This is so not good.

I have to figure out how to get the data back on the computer. Looks like I am in for a long night of data entry

So here is the thing, I was being a jerk earlier, but when I drove through the area today to bring a friend home my brain began turning this over in my head.   See there was this accident... 

This was reported on the Boston Police blog

DAILY INCIDENTS FOR NOVEMBER 29, 2006

Suspect Wanted in Hit and Run in Brighton
Last night at 9:00pm officers from District 14 responded to a radio call for a person struck by a motor vehicle at 590 Washington Street. On arrival the officers observed an 83-year-old male from Allston lying in the street. Boston EMS responded and transported the victim to the Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center where he was treated for his injuries. According to witnesses at the scene, the victim was struck by what was believed to be a green Subaru operated by a white male. After striking the victim, the suspect exited his vehicle looked down at the victim, returned to his car and fled the scene. Anyone with information about this incident is urged to contact police.

I use to live very very close to 590 Washington Street, it is the address of the 7/11 where I use to go before meeting up with T to purchase cheap beer and smokes. It is the place we would always stop if we were going back to my place, or any place else for that matter to grab smokes for him.

Now the car is described as a Green Subaru, and as a former Subaru owner, I can tell you that Green is a special order color. I can tell you that, because my Subaru was green. When I got Gothica, I gave the green Subaru away, to a guy who lives very close to 590 Washington Street, all of two blocks away. So a Green Subaru lives in that neighborhood. And well is he the kind of person who would do that? See, that question I don't know the answer to.

While I have no information on the accident, I do have knowledge of a Green Subaru, living near by, and that I gave the car to a white male.

So, what now?

I thought I had posted this morning, but I guess I did not. I was busy this morning. Had L take Byron down for a little while and cleaned out the dragon tank. Got a chance to play with both of them this morning. The smaller one, who I believe is female and I have named Isolde came right into my hand and let me play with her for a while. I gave her some fresh lettuce, and let her walk around me and on the couch. After a while I went to put her back, but as I was doing so Byron knocked open the door from downstairs and came charging up the steps. I just managed to get her back in the tank. So I did not get a real chance to interact with the larger dragon. Other than an attempt to get them to spend some time in the water. The idea is that by giving them a chance to swim once a week it will help their skin, and allow them to fully defecate. But instead of enjoying the bath, they both freaked out and tried to run out the the tub. I need to talk to the guys on the beardie forum and see what I should try next.

I spent some more time this morning working on a few more cards. If I just printed them and mailed them it would be so much easier. But that is so not me.

After that we walked to Filene's Basement (yes I still have to take Shade song there, and Chinatown, as well) I started picking clothing off the racks and handing it to L to try on. I found the most incredible little dress, with the correct support garment it will knock Danny's eyes out! And I found this great fake fur jacket, it looks so real I christened it 'byron' As well as the cutest little black top. I know, I should not be purchasing new clothing, but hey, I did not look at a single shoe, AND I looked at all the price tags. I even know about how much I spent on clothing today, under one hundred dollars. I am not sure if I am going to wear any of the new stuff tonight, because I was a bit tired after that so we headed back home. Gonna take a nap and then see.


The plan for Sunday, depending on how I feel is to try to head up to Salem. This time, depending on the weather I am going to see if L can drive Gothica, I am not one hundred percent sure she will be able to handle her, as I know the Element drive oddly. It took me a while to get use to the car, and I have been told by others who drove her for the first or second time that driving her was strange.

As we drove back we drove through Brighton Center, (it was just easier that way) and I started thinking about the hit and run accident in Oak Square. My head keeps turning back to the description in the police blog, and how the description of the vehicle so sounds like my old car. The one I gave T. I have no idea what if anything I should do. I'll blog more on that in the next post.