Turtle Time

These past few days a cloud of doom and gloom has been hovering over my head. Actually it landed - smack - darn hard right on top of my soul pushing me face to face with Mother Earth. And I do so love Mother Earth and all she has to offer BUT removing dried leaves and debris from my nasal passages is not my idea of fun.

A down to earth reality check was needed - immediately. So, I sat down with my turtle friends, Cooter, Cracker, Big Al, Romeo, Juliet and Scarface and spilled my guts. They listened with their heads bobbing just above the water line listening intently to my woes. Never being judgemental or condescending.

No verbal advise from the menagerie just a head nod or a turn of the eyes to stare at me with concern or perhaps looking for a tidbit. It's almost that time of the year for brine fish and they do love their brine fish. I prefer to think they were a shoulder to cry on and not waiting for juicy morsels.

It does the soul good to have a heart to heart with creatures that are so adoring and have the patience of a saint. The cost is WAY BETTER than any shrink.

Here Come Da Judge

The fall from grace of Mr. Forked Tongue or slick tongue or lying cheating so and so. There was something about his smile that just looked dishonest to me. It was a cheap smile exposed to those that could not look beneath the curving lips. Or perhaps it was the way the lips curled that reminded me of the devil himself. Not that I have ever seen the devil in person. I've heard of the devil seen pictures of what he may look like but never met the deranged aberration face to face.

The perfect slicked back hair was another taint on the soul of the sneaky candidate. And then the cost to maintain that perfect bonnet. Enough money to feed a family of four for a month. And Mr. Forked Tongue insists that he is so involved and caring for the underprivileged. I can't see his compassion.

Obviously some one saw his compassion or perhaps she saw his vulnerability. In she went for the kill and came out with a marvelous burrow in which to keep her young fledgling. How much of the blame and shame does she accept?

In the Scarlet Letter I truly felt the pain and unfairness of the situation. Branded for life in shame without fortune. Today's version of the Scarlet Letter takes a different road and it is not the road less traveled. It's right out there on the freeway for all to see, chatter about, speculate and dissect.

Smile and tell tall tales and pretend to spin wheat into gold so the masses will believe. There was a crooked man who lived in a crooked house that told crooked lies. Tricky Dickie has met his match.

As Night Falls

As Night Falls, the new movie is being produced by Popgun Productions based in Tampa, Florida. Part of the horror movie (and it will be a horror) is being filmed at an elementary school in Pasco County, Florida.
Joe Davison is a local from the area.
www.popgunpictures.com

Does the movie have any correlation to real life in the area?

To breathe or not to breathe

How strange life is! My entire life I have always loved animals and collected them. My world is changing. My life is on a downward spiral. My breathing is no longer a joy or effortless. My asthma is defining new rules for me and I don't like it. Not at all. Animals - dander the culprit of evil. My pets.
What does one do? The silly fools that they are become an important part of your family, your life and the way you live and enjoy life. Then, you are knocked off your feet - breathless. And I do mean breathless.
The cat has been banned from the bedroom haven and this does not make her a happy camper. After nine years of being the queen of the king size bed she has been dethroned. Now she is confused and upset. I suppose the stress of it all is the reason why she has puked up her guts in hubbies hat that has sat on the counter in the same place for years with no nasty episodes.
Next is the dog who sheds more fur than a winter snowstorm in central New York. Hair is everywhere even places he never goes. I've found his hair in the refrigerator.
I did find a product at the pet store that is rubbed on the critters once a week that is supposed to remove their dander and make the life of an asthmatic a little easier. We can only hope!
Perhaps my life will return to some type of normalcy. What is normal????

Fall From Grace

The world and the media have put Tiger Woods on public trial, convicted him and sentenced him without a partial jury - in fact no jury at all. We have placed a large Scarlet 'A' on his golf jersey.
Once again a prominent and excellent sports hero (one that has been placed high on a pedestal) has fallen right before our glued to the t.v. and tabloids eyes. A sports figure that is paid mega bucks to perform his game. A glass figurine in a China shop where bulls shop. WHAM, BAMM, thank you mam.
Makes me wonder why? we pay athletes sooo much money? Yes, the are superb in their allotted field. What corrupts them? Money? Fame? Being on that pedestal? Untouchable? Omnipotence?
The sadness of the situation is that Tiger did many good things but as right now they all mostly kicked under the rug or forgotten. He has been an inspiration to many including the youngster who play on the First Tee. His name is whispered and shouted at many youth golf tournaments. He is (or was ) their hero. In some he inspired their passion for the game. What now? That the silver has tarnished?
My own 9 year old granddaughter plays on the First Tee and I wonder what thoughts are swirling around in her head? What impact will this have on her and her love for the game and one of her hero's?
I for one understand that we all are human and make mistakes but when the world spotlight shines upon you - could you not be a little more discreet or morally responsible? I used to refer to my budding little golf star as Tigress Woods. No more. I guess I have also slightly convicted another sports star without all the proof.
How many young souls has this man let down? Perhaps if we do not carve humans into ice crystals and place them high on the pedestal they will never fall and our impressionable children will not loose their glass hero.