Hello Online World

An interesting thing happens when you unplug from the world-wide web–time expands. Yes it does indeed. Time expands in the sense of all the things you can explore OFFline. Consider what happens when you forget your cellphone and you don’t feel the need to answer every ringtone like Pavlov’s puppies. Oh the freedom from the ring, from the keyboard connected to social media, and everything in the info universe. It can be very liberating–and you realize just how much energy, effort and time you’ve been putting into communication technology. Having been almost constantly online since BEFORE Facebook and twitter were even imagined I discovered a real big break from it all was in order. It’s been the kind of break where I’m on the verge of needing to upgrade my cellphone so that it will ‘work’. Aside from personal connections I have not missed the world-wide web much. I don’t enjoy reading books online–but I adore reading. Writing online has its pros and cons. I’ve discovered that the best way to deal with writer’s block is to actually write with a pen/pencil on paper. Yeah, it works. According the research I suspect it’s because more of your brain is stimulated by using your fine motor skills when using a pen than with using a keyboard. Oh and there’s never a problem with power outages or viruses or hitting the wrong key and sending everything into nowhere-land. Yes, being offline has been very good for my writing. It’s also been good for reading, exploring music, and cooking. Virtual cooking leads to virtual food and that’s inedible no matter what it does to your salivary glands.

When you’re exploring books offline in a library setting interesting things tend to happen–to me anyway. For example, an oversize book cover featuring Virginia Woolf’s profile draws your attention to Stefan Bollman’s Women Who Write, a book of profiles of women writers. Reading Francine Prose’s introduction raises the question of what other women have won the Nobel Prize in Literature since the book’s publication. The answer to this query leads to 2015 Nobel Prize winner Svetlana Alexievich’s Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster. I currently do not know where else you can read anything like this in English. Which leads in turn to the translator, Keith Gessen who is the co-editor of City By City, Dispatches from the American Metropolis. The essays therein present diverse perspectives on the American urban landscape–and they’re anything but boring.

I heartily recommend all these books for your reading table or tablet. Warning: Voices from Chernobyl may break your heart with its love stories. What happens to people who know nothing about the downside of nuclear energy when things go terribly wrong? This is an intensely personal record of what happens. Considering the world in which we live we owe to these people to at least make ourselves aware and informed. Because Blue Skies do not mean all is hunky dory in the radioactive universe. Note: this is also a National Book Critics Circle Award winner for General Nonfiction.

Dots:
~Virginia Woolf’s profile
~Women Who Write by Stefan Bollman, Francine Prose
~Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster by Svetlana Alexievich
~Translator Keith Gessen
~City By City, Dispatches from the American Metropolis edited by Keith Gessen and Stephen Squibb

Please do feel free to share wherever these dots lead you.

Thanks for engaging here. Your time, energy and virtual presence is very much appreciated–more than ever before.

About Svetlana Alexievich:

http://alexievich.info/indexEN.html

Women Who Read Are Dangerous~~(select translation):

http://www.faz.net/aktuell/feuilleton/buecher/rezensionen/sachbuch/ein-buch-ersetzt-den-mann-im-haus-kuenstlerblicke-auf-lesende-frauen-1214751.html

Music Theme for 25 December ~ Joyeux Noel ?

It’s THAT time of year:  The holy time for many in many different places and languages. It’s a time of year I personally find very troubling and unsettling in many ways. It is perhaps the time of year of the most discordance between reality and what may simply be a willing suspension of disbelief of reality. I’m not sure what to make of it even after all my time spent on this planet in this life.  This is not a new state of questioning mental affairs for moi. It’s like  a very well-worn pair of dress shoes that still are very uncomfortable. Much is done in love and caring in this time of year. Much is also done in violence and uncaring at this time and the rest of the year.  There does not seem to be a balance as far as I can tell. Hence. I will not claim or praise that some things like peace, goodwill and love towards others exists when it clearly does not at large. A state of global affairs which is possibly due to lack of will. Or perhaps its lack is due to flawed human nature. I’m not sure.  I do know there is not peace on earth, nor is there enough good will among men and women to make it so.  I wish there was.  Perhaps one day there will be. I wish it was already. Peace to you and yours.

namaste

ewa

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  • “Ave Maria”, performed by Natalie Dessay, The London Symphony Orchestra.

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qian shi·

A story inspired by a shoe-doll displayed in Childhood Museum, Edinburgh. This short film shows a touching story about a young girl and her father in a poverty, London, 1910s. Qian Shi’s BA Animation graduation film. The Best Student Film of BAF08. MX Award at TAF2010 (Tokyo Anime Fair 2010).

“The Museum of Childhood Edinburgh has plentiful collections of dolls, toys, and other remnants of youth. On a visit there 2005, I found an old doll made from a shoe. It was not very remarkable compared with the other beautiful dolls on display, but it is still very eye-catching. The introduction reads: Doll made from an old shoe that belonged to a poor child from the London slums in 1905.

I couldn’t help imagining the little girl who could barely afford a pair of shoes taking comfort in this lovely shoe-doll friend who accompanies her sweetest dreams. The shoe-doll became a symbol to me of beloved and colourful childhood.

I decided I wanted to tell a story of this little shoe-doll.”

http://www.qianshi.co.uk

Wikipedia regarding Joyeux Noel/ Merry Christmas  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyeux_No%C3%ABl

Soundtrack

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Deborah:    Who chose our Christmas theme “Home For the Holidays” http://myriad234.wordpress.com/

Bear:     http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/

Johnny:       http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/

Willow:         http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/

Collaborator:   Our newest themist  http://sincerelykaterz.wordpress.com/

Ambrosio Vilhalva 1960 -2013, Guarani leader murdered

Is there no end to violence?

Why do we not live in harmony with the Earth and each other?

When will this destruction of people and Earth cease? When all Homo sapiens are dead? Is that the answer? Our own self-destruction of one another in order to stop death and destruction? Perhaps that’s what it will take for all of us to realize we and the Earth are one.  There’s more truth in “ashes to ashes” than we like to acknowledge as we play in cyberspace.

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Yes, I discovered this news item and dropped it here with some dark questions leaving visitors to create context themselves by following the links and watching the videos.

What we have here is a murder of another Indigenous person fighting for the right to life for his people and the planet.  That’s why this death/murder is of public interest.  There are people grieving for this man. His family. His friends. We talk a great deal about behaving like civilized creatures when there are many among us who are anything but civil to each other.  Not everyone does want a world of peaceful coexistence. Lots of people benefit from the murder and mayhem inflicted on Indigenous and Native people–and those Non-natives who support them. (Oh, everyone has DNA that was once “native” to a particular place on the planet. Yeah, even if you’ve forgotten this point, your genes haven’t.)  Profit is the name of their game. Unfortunately many of us contribute to the Profit by creating a demand for all sorts of nice things we take for granted–like clean drinking water, access to a lot of food, heat on demand, electricity, gas and all the toys that come with this package deal. Our wants often are supplied by others who cannot and do not enjoy the same. What would you do if all the “easy” things disappeared? No grocery stores with shelves full of yum yums. No gas at the pumps. No electricity 24/7. No water for every load of laundry and shower on demand. What would your life be like if someone stole your home? Hm? Oops, is that the nightmare button I’ve pushed?

Have we got context now? Hmm. I’m not sure. But this is what’s here now.

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Survival International site  http://www.survivalinternational.org/
News:  http://www.survivalinternational.org/news/9797
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Birdwatchers 2 of 11

Wolves: Musical Theme Selection~~ Complete with a sleigh ride and “bells” ~Only in Poland, of course.

by Leslie White http://lesliepaints.wordpress.com/

wolf summer

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hot paws clawing

succulent mud digits seeps

moon flower lake lights

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Bearspawprint’s music theme selection, Wolves,  can’t quite speak for themselves.  They’re being hunted by “us” for no sane reason. “6,000 permits to kill 625 wolves”? What is that about?  Wolves need our help to survive.   In addition to the music there are links to groups on Facebook for more community alliance information and actions.  I’ve included  two extra films for more information and education.

If you’re on the fence or indifferent, consider this: which predator is wiping out the other species on the planet?

Off the fence yet?

Howling for Justice http://howlingforjustice.wordpress.com/

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Wolves Touch ~ The Mountains Will Remember

arass9 upload

Wolves are VERY intelligent, probably in the top 10 of the World’s most intelligent creatures.
However, they are also in the top 10 most MISUNDERSTOOD animals. Save the wolves before it is too late!

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Wolf – Native American  – Sacred Spirit – Yeha Noha

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Documentary:
– En Compagnie Des Loups
Song:
– Yeha-Noha
Artist:
– Sacred Spirit

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Wolf Song Celtic version I Am the Vocie by Celtic Woman

paxas03 upload

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“You Can’t Take Me”  Wolf’s Rain

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Anime Wolves “Bring Me To LIfe”

All drawings belong to their rightful owners.
Song:Bring me to Life
Copyright of Evanescence
This video was made for entertainment uses only!!!!!
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White Fang music video
JayFoxFire upload
Song: Mummer’s Dance by loreena mckennitt
White Fang by Disney
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Running With Wolves in Poland   “Bells” music
A sled ride through the forest with a pack of semi-wild wolves.
These young wolves were part of a re-introduction scheme and have since been released into the wild, the conservation director was familiar to them and they seemed happy to follow the sled through the forest as long as he was present.
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A few Wolf Links:
Info from Facebook pages.
We are dedicated to preserving the wolf and its historic range as part of our national heritage. This grassroots effort is supported by ordinary citizens who seek to promote positive attitudes about wolves and to support wolf conservation efforts in all areas included in its historic range.
Good Wolf  
Understanding, appreciating, and saving the majestic wolf. Join us on Causes athttp://www.causes.com/goodwolf and on Twitter athttp://twitter.com/GoodWolfPAC
Description

Our mission is to convey the true nature of the wolf and correct the misconceptions spawned by fairy tales, legends, fear-mongering, semantics, and willful misinformation maligning the wolf by private and political agendas.

The Wolf Army 
http://www.thewolfarmy.com
The Wolf Army aims to save the Wolf from further persecution and extinction by establishing a vast network of people, pooling skills, knowledge, contacts, economic and political power to reach our aim.
Event for Oct. 12 
The Northwoods Wolf Alliance, a grassroots coalition of Anishinaabeg people and their allies working to protect the gray wolf, will hold a rally and march starting at 2 p.m. Saturday, Oct. 12. The group wants to stop Minnesota’s wolf season, which opens Nov. 9.- See more at:http://samcook.areavoices.com/2013/10/09/group-plans-rally-to-protest-minnesota-wolf-season/#sthash.jq1erPfU.dpuf
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Republicans in Wisconsin like writing legislation in secret.  * They had attorneys and Legislative staffers write the most recent redistricting bill in private law firm offices – – earning a tongue-lashing from a US District Court Judge appointed by Ronald Reagan.
* They let an out-of-state coal mining company work behind closed doors to help write the iron ore mining bill.* And you can put the 2012 wolf hunt law on the list of Wisconsin legislative legerdemain, according to comments in minutes of a public, all-day, April 21, 2012 Wisconsin Wolf Stakeholders Committee meeting in Wausau.
Twenty representatives from the DNR, and a wide variety of environmental, Native American, conservation, animal, hunting, and other organizations attended the meeting, along with DNR facilitators and additional staffers.
Read more:http://thepoliticalenvironment.blogspot.com/2013/10/who-wrote-wi-wolf-hunt-bill-insiders.html
*Washington’s Own Wandering Wolves
Oregon’s OR-7 has garnered national headlines and even his own Twitter handle after making his way from Oregon into the Golden State and now back.But new map shows how radio-collared Washington wolves have been tracked sojourning great distances, as well.
Read more: http://earthfix.opb.org/flora-and-fauna/article/washingtons-own-wandering-wolf/
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Howling for Wolves  –Note Petition to stop Wolf Hunt scheduled for Nov.9 —  Anyone from America and other countries can sign it.
http://www.howlingforwolves.org/
Petition  http://www.howlingforwolves.org/letter
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Living With Wolves
Wolf upload
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In the Valley of the Wolves –Nature documentary
Add Media
lionsfightingtodeath
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For more Wolves music you’re invited to visit:
Bearspawprint
http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/music-themes-wolves/
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Willow    http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/10/10/theme-everything-wolves/
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Johnny  http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/wolves-music-theme-for-october-11-2013/
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http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/hunting-license/#comment-24420

5 Stages Of Grief – Or – How To Stand Up Again After Death Kicks Your Ass

Grief keeps crossing my path. The other day there were articles about men and grief on Beyond Meds. They dealt with how mainstream culture emotionally cripples men by forcing them to suppress their grief. How screwed up is that? Hurt yourself more by not sharing the pain of loss? That’s some dark evil mojo in my opinion. Today MisBehaved Woman wrote about her grief issues and it struck me that it’s not just men who have major problems dealing with grief but women also. It all comes down to some unhealthy social conditioning that needs serious reform. So, on this day when I’ve been blogging and reblogging quite a bit, I’m going to reblog again. Because this is IMPORTANT for everyone. We’re all alive and we all will die. We all deal with death. Is it the ticket to your next adventure or is it an abyss of fear that scares the shit out of you? If you’re angry and afraid, what the hell are you going to do about it so that you can live instead of exist?

Link to Beyond Meds: Men and grief  http://beyondmeds.com/2013/10/08/men-and-grief

Won’t Leave

Should I bother with any preamble or not? Whatever for? Ever have an image, a thought, a random notion get caught in your mental loop and refuse to whirl off as it ought in time? If so then you’ll understand why I’m writing this in an effort to clear my brainspace of a ‘story’ embedded in the “Lost Vikings” of Greenland segment that I posted earlier in the week.  I’m beginning to feel just a tad haunted by the fact that these people actually burnt a man at the stake for seducing a woman.  Think about that for a moment. A man and woman decide to engage in some sexual activity and he gets burned at the stake by his fellow-men. According to the rest of the information in the segment, the woman “did not last long” after that murder.  I gather she too died–but of what? By her own hand? After much sorrow and abuse by her fellow women and men? Could it have been from a broken heart?  Was she married to some man whom she didn’t care for and who made her pay for her sexual indiscretion? I don’t think there’s a way of knowing any of the answers.

Yet, there is the fact that a man was burned alive.  According to the written record of hundreds of years ago he “seduced” a woman. It doesn’t say he raped a woman. He s e d u c e d a woman.  Who murders anyone for having sexual relations? Well, the global news is full of all sorts of told and untold stories of people killed for adultery and women suffering honor killings for being raped.  All of these involve violence connected with sex in some way. In the Viking story the violence seems to come from some other part of the human thought system. Is it just condemnation? If so, how many other men and/or women would have been burned alive for seducing someone? If you think my mind is wandering into more sinister byways, you’re correct.  What was really going on in that community at that point in time? When murder is justified by claiming sexual wrongdoing I begin to wonder about motives.  Everyone wants motives, except our justice system which doesn’ want moral or ethical motives coming into court for people like Tim DeChristopher and Bradley/Chelsea Manning.

I’m wondering about this woman who didn’t live much longer after her seducer was roasted alive. Did she watch him burn? Can you imagine watching another human burning alive? Close your eyes and imagine that if you can: sounds, smells, sights.

Perhaps another word might be in order here–love. What happens when love comes into play? There’s no mention of “love” in the segment or the historical account. Were these just two lusty adults? Were they lovers?

Do we get jealous lovers? A triangle? A quadrangle? Forbidden relationships? Why?

Or is that taking it all too far?

What can kill a person without leaving a physical mark upon them?

What happens to a woman who watches a man die a horrible death because she and he had sexual relations —  by choice and consent? Or vice versa–a man watching a woman he cares for die in such a horrific manner.

I’m thinking there were some very angry men doing the staking and torching. Perhaps some women too.

Some men in the right positions to get away with murder via their own record keeping.

Maybe this is all completely off the mark of reality.

Still–their story, complete with all the unknowables, is keeping me company. It just won’t leave.

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Katyn Forest Knows, O Yes, She Does

 Katyn Forest Knows, O Yes, She Does

 one bullet each

390 one night

did the trees weep

shudder, cringe, flinch

year rings holding knowledge

still men hold close in secret keeps

thereafter

250 single bullets

shot after shot methodically delivered

nothing random night to night

light no chance plays

did the night birds sing

warnings prayers

mourning dawns

250 trigger pulls

no sharing, one per each uniform head

no trip wires

no mines

hand held small gun

execution after identification

leading minds need dying

250 uniformed

Poles of whom thou shall not speak

1940 in Katyn Forest 22,000 lying

know you no you know

NKVD drains brains blood

counting seventy years denying

genocide claims no one owns

but

Katyn Forest knows all

o yes she does

listen close

songs

dying roots embraced

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Wikipedia page for 2007 film https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katy%C5%84_(film)

Katyn is available with English subtitles via that company with the little red envelopes.

With English subtitles:

In Polish:

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From Wikipedia  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katyn_massacre

According to a report from 19 November 1939, the NKVD had about 40,000 Polish POWs: about 8,000–8,500 officers and warrant officers, 6,000–6,500 police officers and 25,000 soldiers and NCOs who were still being held as POWs.[1][13][22] In December, a wave of arrests took into custody some Polish officers who were not yet imprisoned, Ivan Serov reported to Lavrentiy Beria on 3 December that “in all, 1,057 former officers of the Polish Army had been arrested”.[10] The 25,000 soldiers and non-commissioned officers were assigned to forced labors (road construction, heavy metallurgy).[10]

Once at the camps, from October 1939 to February 1940, the Poles were subjected to lengthy interrogations and constant political agitation by NKVD officers such as Vasily Zarubin. The prisoners assumed that they would be released soon, but the interviews were in effect a selection process to determine who would live and who would die.[23][24] According to NKVD reports, if the prisoners could not be induced to adopt a pro-Soviet attitude, they were declared “hardened and uncompromising enemies of Soviet authority”.[23]

On 5 March 1940, pursuant to a note to Joseph Stalin from Beria, four members of the Soviet Politburo – Stalin, Vyacheslav Molotov, Kliment Voroshilov, and Anastas Mikoyan – signed an order to execute 25,700 Polish “nationalists and counterrevolutionaries” kept at camps and prisons in occupied western Ukraine and Belarus.[25][c] The reason for the massacre, according to historian Gerhard Weinberg, was that Stalin wanted to deprive a potential future Polish military of a large portion of its talent:

“It has been suggested that the motive for this terrible step [the Katyn massacre] was to reassure the Germans as to the reality of Soviet anti-Polish policy. This explanation is completely unconvincing in view of the care with which the Soviet regime kept the massacre secret from the very German government it was supposed to impress…. A more likely explanation is that… [the massacre] should be seen as looking forward to a future in which there might again be a Poland on the Soviet Union’s western border. Since he intended to keep the eastern portion of the country in any case, Stalin could be certain that any revived Poland would be unfriendly. Under those circumstances, depriving it of a large proportion of its military and technical elite would make it weaker”.[26]

In addition, Soviets realized that the prisoners constituted a large body of trained and motivated Poles who would not accept a Fourth Partition of Poland.[1]

Kaytn En Castellano

Breakfast Special, #16, “Alternate Realities”

Alternate Realities

Lily stood in her dark apartment looking out at the snow in the small backyard between the alley and house glistening in the moonlight. The quiet felt good after nearly constant social interaction all day and late into the night. The impromptu potluck that had started out as a simple way for people to gather for an easy meal had gradually evolved into a full-blown social event. For several hectic hours there’d been a nearly constant flow of food, music, news and talk on the first floor of JJ’s home. Then, thankfully later than the weather advisory report had estimated, snow began falling in earnest and people gradually returned to their homes. The makeshift walkway made of boards, cardboard, plywood and house siding was now being stacked onto the porches in order to keep it from disappearing under the new snow.

Yesterday she’d tired herself out mentally with studying and working ahead on her coursework. Today had been unexpectedly satisfying concerning the never-ending neighborhood assistance work. It had worn her out physically and mentally by the time they’d put JJ’s home back to rights after the potluck. Throughout the evening she and Sarge had met up several times, but only in passing as she moved from one task to another: washing and rewashing plates, checking in with the crews, updating information about current needs, passing out boxes of food, clothing, baby items and children’s toys.  While she’d been changing out the food dishes at the potluck she had noticed that he and Anton appeared to be keeping company together in the way of men and wondered what to make of it. Whenever she’d observed him during the course of the evening it seemed he was always in paying attention mode as if he was literally reading the people around him like people did books on tape. She’d been grateful that he hadn’t come pestering her for attention when there had been so much to do.

Only when Sarge finally came through the apartment door, having finished stacking the boards on the porch after refusing to allow her to help him, did she think about turning on a light. He sat down on the red rug to remove his boots as she flipped the light switch. “Hey, leave it off if you want. There’s plenty of light coming in from the windows.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” She hoped he wasn’t just being polite as she did not really did not want to leave on the artificial light which entirely changed the room’s atmosphere and its connection to the world outside the windows.

“I’m sure. It feels good in here after all the people and music. Smells nice too, sort of like the pine trees in the park but way better.”

Lily quickly turned off the lights. “Hey, Little George sent over some pants and a couple of shirts that might fight you close enough for a change of clothes. Loose is better than tight, right? That is if you don’t mind wearing someone else’s clothes.”

Sarge laughed a little while unlacing his boots. “I have five brothers. While growing up there was nothing but someone else’s clothes. From the looks of Little George, my belt should keep things decent. Mine definitely need at least a rinsing out after today. It’s very considerate of Little George to share his threads.”  Boots off and on the mat, he remained seated on the rug as he looked up at her. “How are you?”

“Me? Oh I’m okay. It’s been a busy day.”

“And night.” It had not escaped Sarge’s notice that Lily had been perpetually in motion the entire evening. Only briefly had he wondered if she was avoiding him. Observing Esther, JJ and several other women and men also constantly putting forth the same efforts to keep the food tables and the first floor rooms generally in order, passing out cardboard boxes with items to meet specific individual needs, talking with and taking notes from nearly everyone who put in an appearance, he quickly realized she was doing what she normally did on such occasions. He looked past her to the windows where he could see that the snow was falling harder and thicker now. “Has Mother Nature gone loco or what? ”

Lily perched on the couch’s arm. “It would be easier to put up with if there was at least some sunshine. The constant grey sky day in and day out is depressing. Five brothers. That’s a lot of ‘guy’ under one roof. Any sisters?”

Sarge shook his head, rose from the floor and went to the windows. “No sisters. How about you?”

“Just one brother.” Now bitterly regretting having brought up the subject of siblings in an effort to learn something more about him, Lily searched for a way of immediately dropping of it. Just thinking about her brother Peter threatened to push her beyond exhaustion to a crying jag she didn’t want to have. Trying hard to suppress a sudden surge of memories, she struggled to remain in the present. Clenching her hands, she worked on refocusing her mind by watching Sarge leaning against the radiators to look upward at the night sky.

“Ever feel like you’ve been grabbed by aliens and dropped into an alternate universe, Lily?” said Sarge.

“Every goddamned day.”  Having spoken aloud without intending to, Lily covered her mouth with both hands to stop herself from saying anything else.

Hearing the anger in her words and the strain in her voice, Sarge turned around.  “Hey, Lily. What’s wrong?” Even though he’d never before seen the frantic expression he now saw on her face, Sarge knew it wasn’t a portent of good things to come. When he carefully moved towards her, she shook her head, hands still over her mouth, meanwhile sliding off the couch arm onto the cushions.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” Lily said quickly as Sarge sat down near her on the couch. She took a deep breath, held it then slowly exhaled. “I’m okay. Just too much snow. “

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“Yeah, too much snow. Do you want me to go get Rosa?” Unsure of himself and what to do, Sarge sat very still watching Lily trying to regain her composure.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t bother Rosa. She doesn’t need anything else to do. It’s just been a very very long day.” Thinking she had herself under control, she pushed her hair behind her ears and tried to smile at him. “Just nerves.”

“Nerves? Am I making you nervous? Uncomfortable? I don’t mean to if I am. I could go over to Anton’s place and crash there if that would help. Just say the word.”

Lily shook her head vigorously. “It’s not you. Really it’s not.” She rubbed her forehead hard while deciding how much she wanted to say. “Actually, now this may sound strange. But I mean it actually it helps with you being here.” She wiped away a sudden tear. “I just need, I need to not think about the snow. Okay? You being here has kept me from thinking about snow too much. This isn’t making any sense to you, is it?”

“Not much. Yet. Keep going. Why shouldn’t you think about the snow?” Sarge glanced out the window at the new falling snow.

“It reminds me of home. Especially now with all of it making everything look like not here, but like there. Like I remember it.” She took another deep breath and let it go. “Remember it is all I can do. I can’t go back . . . can’t go back home because it doesn’t exist anymore. Not the way it was anyway. Here definitely feels like another world. Yeah, it’s exactly like I’ve been grabbed by aliens and dropped in another universe. ”

“I understand that. It’s how I’ve been feeling the last couple of days. But in a good way.”

“I bet. A crazy woman feeds you soup, and after that everything goes topsy turvy.”

“Hey, I ate that soup totally of my own volition.” Sarge hesitated. “Where is, was, home, Lily?”

“Where?” She laughed a little. “Nowhere. It was in the middle of absolutely nowhere; in Alaska, near the Canadian border.”

“Do you mean like in the wilderness? No city? No town?”

She nodded. “No city. No town. Nothing to find on a map. Just some people living together like they had for a very long time.”

“What happened?”

Lily stared out the windows. She thought about going through the contents of Sarge’s coat pockets with Esther and why she’d given into doing that. She looked back at the man patiently waiting for her to talk or not. “A Stealth Bomber happened. Didn’t know what it was at the time. Not until quite a long time afterwards. But that’s what it was. Three of them flew overhead. One had a technical malfunction and dropped a bomb. Right there in the middle of absolutely nowhere a bomb falls on a village so tiny no one ever put it on any map. What are the odds of that? Tell me, what are the odds?” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that thirty-three people are gone. With all the rest of nowhere for a bomb to fall on by accident, one fell right there. Is that crazy or what?”

“That’s definitely in the insane not probable odds category.” Sarge decided against asking any of the questions that were quickly coming to mind. Though she’d relaxed considerably while talking, now in the dark room with only the light of the moon reflected off the snow delineating her face, her raw grief was starkly evident. He followed her gaze out the window for a moment as he considered his next move. Deciding being practical offered the best route of action, he stood up and moved to block her view of the windows. Offering her both his hands he spoke to her in the tone he used with his brothers’ children. “Come on. It’s way past your bedtime, Missy. There’s a down quilt with your name on it waiting.” When she tentatively put one hand and then the other in his, Sarge gently pulled her to her feet. “That’s it. Up we go. Since you’ve been such a good girl today, I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”

“Oh really? Do I get to pick which one?” Lily let go of his hands as they turned together towards the bedroom.

“Sure. Which one would you like to hear? The Three Pigs? Red Riding Hood? Peter Pan?” When he uttered the last, Lily gasped, then, as her knees buckled, grabbed hold of his shirt to keep from falling to the floor. Sarge reacted by catching her around her waist with one arm. Feeling her struggle to regain her feet and fail to do so, he adjusted his stance, slipped his other arm under her legs and lifted her up.”Okay, well so much for that.idea. You have definitely played way too hard today, little Missy.”

One hand clutching the back of his shirt, Lily pushed lightly against his chest. “I’m okay. You can put me down. Just need some sleep.”

Instead of putting her back on her feet, Sarge decided to carry her into the bedroom. “First you need to reach the bed then comes the sleeping. Here we go. Okay, toss or drop? Which do you prefer?”

“Huh? I have no idea what you mean. Just put me down already.”

“’Just down’ sounds like a drop to me” With that, Sarge leaned a little over the bed and let her fall out of his arms onto it. Feeling along the wall in the dark until he found the switch he turned on the small wall light. She stared up at him.

Lily whispered, “Sarge, Peter will never grow up.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the point of Never Never Land. Some people never grow up, no matter what their age.”

Lying in the middle of the bed where he had dropped her, Lily shook her head slowly from side to side. “Not them. I mean, my brother, Peter.”

Sarge carefully sat down on the bed next to her. “Oh the shit that comes out of my mouth at the wrong times. What are the odds, Lily? What are the odds?”

“Oh I’m too damn tired to work that problem in my head right now. Can I get back to you with the answer in the morning?”

“Better yet, how about drawing me a map?”

“A map of what?”

Sarge tapped lightly on her forehead. “Of all the minefields in there so I stop making things go Boom boom!”

Lilly laughed softly. “You’re funny, Sarge.”

“If you say so, I must be.” He watched her try to keep her eyes open then give up and fall deep into a hard sleep.

~~~

Breakfast Special, #17, Never Hook a Gift Fish In the Gills https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/breakfast-special-17-never-hook-a-gift-fish-in-the-gills/

Ooops, I dropped a dot. No problem. Powertech is still loitering with ill intent.

via Ryhindor on YouTube

I don’t blame anyone for wondering just what stew is simmering in my brainpan after the my post regarding the big fan of uranium mining aka Richard F. Clement of Powertech fame.  Dropping dots is perfectly understandable when juggling like crazy.

Some Dots:

dot–uranium is a radioactive and toxic metal used for nuclear energy and weapons.

dot–Powertech Uranium Corporation wants to extract uranium from the Dewey-Burdock area in South Dakota.

dot–Richard F. Clement is CEO of Powertech Uranium Corporation.

dot–Mr. Clement has previous experience working for other uranium mining operations in places like New Mexico.

dot–Many Navajo, and non-Navajo,  uranium mine workers have died and/or experienced serious health complications.

dot–Marie Curie died from cancer as the result of exposure to radioactive materials during her scientific research.

dot–The Dewey-Burdock uranium extraction project is located about 20 miles from the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary.

dot–The Dewey-Burdock project acreage alone covers 17,800 acres.

dot–Powertech intends to use In-Situ mining in the Dewey-Burdock Project.

dot–In-Situ involves forcing water into sandstone to dissolve uranium in order to bring it to the surface for extraction and then sending the fluids back into the “wellfield”.

dot–Massive amounts of table water are required for In-Situ mining. The Clean Water Alliance has done the math for  how much water Powertech’s uranium mining would consume  : http://www.sdcleanwateralliance.org/

dot–The uranium mined will be exported out of the USA for the energy interests of OTHER countries.

dot–Powertech is a Canadian Company.

Who will benefit from uranium mining in the Dewey-Burdock area? Not Americans. The “product” and the profits will leave  America. This project will not reduce unemployment in the area. This project will consume valuable water resources. This project has the potential to contaminate several major sources of water with a single spill/leak/accident.

So why should the project go forth?

Clean Water Alliance has a great deal of information, links, contact etc.  http://www.sdcleanwateralliance.org/

Yeah, I think I dropped a few other dots along the way.    .          .             .

Get your Gieger counters ready.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geiger_counter

 

 

 

 

 

Salute Bryce Courtenay — read his The Power of One

Turning on the computer this morning made this Black Friday actually a day of mourning in the world of readers and writers with the news of Bryce Courtenay’s demise due to stomach cancer. Not going to bother relating all the chatter on the various news threads regarding Courtenay’s passing. But I will say this:  The Power of One is a damn fine book.  If you’re looking for a great read for a young person–whom you don’t mind repeatedly reading derogatory words about certain chickens–then throw The Power of One at them and see if they can catch it.  In my opinion, keep in mind the “my,” this is a great reading gift 365 days year round for any reader–or boxing fan.  This is a story of guts, spirit and power.  Enough said. Salute the late Bryce Courtenay by reading his books.  If you’re already a Courtenay fan please feel free to share your thoughts about any of his books.

 Clicking the book cover will take you to a Wikipedia page about Bryce Courtenay.

 

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