Thursday, July 9, 2015

Jiggery-Pokery and Higglety Pigglety

Good morning and hello and for those of you who read the Colum McCaan story yesterday and gave me your views- thank-you!
Let me first say that the story didn't trigger me at all. That was not the sort of abuse I endured. Of course, it horrified me BUT what I took away from it does come from my own experience, in a way. And that was that all through the story the nun, Beverly, had tried and tried to find a place of humanity in her abuser. One sign that he was not entirely evil. This, I believe, is very common. To feel that there simply MUST be that place in a human being, no matter how horrible he or she appears to be. And that because she was so sure there had to be that place due to her religion, her upbringing, her very own innocence and goodness, no matter how tiny, she had to be able to find a way not only to forgive him, but also that because of this, she must somehow have been partly to blame for what happened to her. That until she could truly find forgiveness in her heart and admit to her part in the abuse, there could be no peace.
Very, very common reaction to almost every sort of abuse, I think.
And when she did finally meet the man in his new guise and he came back and whispered that word to her, "Puta," that whole illusion was gone and gone forever.
He was purely evil. And evil compounded on evil because of his re-invented self as a man of peace and humanity.
And thus, she no longer had to hold any illusions that he was to be forgiven by her or that she was in any way to blame.

Now. Maybe if I read the story again, I would change my mind. But that was MY first take on it. And yes- the presence of the video camera and of the clerk in the shop gave even more credence to her discovery.
She had a witness. She had proof. She had no need for that proof to be shared. She knew it in her very bones.
And the ineffectual "help" of the church could be seen for what it was, which was of no help at all.

And if there's ever been an abuse victim who hasn't had some doubts as to his or her blame in the situation, I've never met them.
For me, when I began therapy and going to a group for survivors of sexual abuse, the thing which struck me hardest was that IT HAD NOT BEEN MY FAULT IN ANY WAY.
That realization is what saved my life, I do honestly believe.

So. There. Book club  meeting over for today.

Thank you, again, all of you who took the time to read and share your thoughts. Maybe we should do this more often?

Moving on. How many of you have never seen blooming crepe myrtle?

Here's a picture for you.

And another.

It may be the laciest blossom of all. The bees love it and get all up in those cha-cha skirts. Isn't it lovely? The blooms also come in white and lavender, depending on the variety.

So there I was, walking along, listening to my audio book on my phone, looking at things like crepe myrtle and this

when the damn book ended so I switched to a podcast of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me! and it was the one that had my favorite guest-interview ever on it. It was with a man named Kevin Fitzgerald who is a veterinarian, comedian, and former bouncer for The Rolling Stones. 
I could listen to him talk all day. But here's that podcast and to hear the part about Keith, you only have to listen for about one minute and thirty seconds.

I know I've posted about this before but fuck it- it is well worth repeating. Not only because he refers to Keith as the "hippiest cat in the world," and "so nice," but because it's so funny. That part about the spider? Priceless.

I stopped by the Post Office and here's what I found waiting for me.

My simmer mats!!
Hurray! Just in time to cook tonight's crowder peas and rice.


I must tell you despite the fact that I will be garnering jealousy and hatred, that picture represents exactly what I look like when I wear these underwear.
I know. I know. Hard to believe that a woman in her sixties who has birthed four children can look so damn good but it's just the truth.
In fact, that may well be me. They probably snuck into my bathroom and snapped that picture of me as I was, uh, cradling my hands together and posing in my underwear.

So. There you go. I think I might make some bread today to make Bruschetta out of to go with our crowder peas tonight. I need to call tech help for our internet. We are getting dropped way too often on all and sundry devices. And yes, I am loving my dishwasher.
Oh! And I need to pick figs!

Another good day in Lloyd.

Peace, y'all.



  1. Nice to catch up...
    Ive not been reading many blogs since meg was ill .... Just getting back to it x

  2. John Gray- You have suffered a huge blow and sometimes we must simply bow to what life presents us and duck out of the external frivolities. I am glad you are here. Always.

  3. we listented to that wait wait last night and thought of you. now don't be naughty now!


  4. I wish I could analyze stories like you just did. It seems so clear when you explain it.

    The clip actually made me laugh, and that was a welcome thing, Mary.

    And are you making much money as an underwear model? hee hee

  5. Mrs. A- Wouldn't you just love to have lunch with Dr. Fitzgerald? I would.
    Yes, "Don't be naughty now."

    jenny_o- Well, I think we all analyze everything through our own lenses, don't you? And thus, there is no correct or incorrect way.
    I LOVE that clip. I'm glad it made you laugh.
    Oh. I make millions on my underwear modeling! Of course!

  6. I just wanted to thank you. I stumbled across your blog a while ago and really enjoy reading about your life in Lloyd. You mentioned the Rolling Stones were touring and because of that I got tickets and took my three kids last night to see them in Detroit. They were, as my 17 year old son with autism said, "f-ing amazing"!

  7. I seem to be playing catch up with your posts lately. I did not read the story because, well, I've got too much in my present to be backing up. you know, my first date with my husband was supposed to be at a Rolling Stones concert in Dallas back in 1976 only I missed the phone call because I had already left for the beach house for the holiday weekend. There was a small crepe myrtle on our property when I was growing up. it was an acre and very wooded and so it rarely bloomed and when it did it bloomed sparsely. the June after our summer trip to Hawaii when I was 15 (so I was probably 16), I saw it blooming and got some needle and thread and proceeded to string the flowers into a lei as a gift for my mother. It was hard to do cause the flowers kept falling apart and I probably just about stripped it in my efforts but I did come away with a lei, albeit a very short one. Apparently I had not given up yet on trying to please my mother and make her love me. I put it in the refrigerator and presented it to my mother when she got home. her reaction? she was pissed and then depressed that I had stripped all the flowers off her crepe myrtle. as if she ever went over to that part of the yard.

  8. Beth- Hello and WELCOME! Nothing could have made me happier than hearing what your son said about the Stones.
    Thank you.

    Ellen Abbott- My own mother's birthday was May 1 and I always got up early, early, as a child, and picked her a bouquet. Yeah. We tried. I understand.

  9. Hahahaha. You are my guiding light. I ordered that very same simmer mat and I'm working hard to look as good in my underwear as you.

  10. Denise- Here's the truth- I bet you already DO look a lot better than I do in that underwear. I hope you like the simmer mat. I sure do.

  11. The picture of you cupping your hands in your underwear is pretty awesome.

  12. I cannot imagine living with physical abuse. Emotional abuse was enough to have killed me.

  13. OK, somehow I missed this post, and I actually searched your blog for SIMMER MATS to find it because I had to find out what a simmer mat is! And now I know. I am probably not likely to buy one. :) But I hope you find yours!


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