Rubish

Everything I worked towards for the last 20 years just disappeared

Black Friday

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Dying Storm

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Where oh where has my little dog gone

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What goes around comes around.

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It happened one Sunday

Penny cat should never go outside...I know that...but over time I realized that maybe she could be trusted just a little. Occasionally she and Booby Doobie were allowed outside to lay in the sun just outside the back door. Little by little the excursions lasted longer and longer and Penny was always the last one in. I knew this wasn't good...but she eventually always showed back up until one Sunday. When I needed to go run errands there was no sign of Penny for the first time. So off I went anyway thinking about her the whole time and certain she would be back at the door by the time I returned as it was now dark out. But no Penny Cat and my heart sank. I don't know where my little girl is and start to worry. I walk around outside calling her name and no reply. All through the night I check at the door, but no little gray kitty. She's a special little girl with a Cindy Crawford mole on her lip. Her makeup (fur) just right around her little wide eyes. Her long model legs like a Paris Hilton and short hair gray stripes down to the tip of her long tail. She's also a scamp and the one who brings a smile to your face as she endears you with her naughtiness. Where is that little girl and it's Monday morning and no Kitty at the door and time to go to work but once again walk around calling her name looking for her but no. All day I'm thinking about and talking about where she could be. I leave work early so I can get back early to ask around if any has seen her...on my drive home I'm picturing her at the back door cold and hungry now..but she's not there. I talk to someone about whether they've had any reports of a cat lost and they tell me there was a report that a cat was in a tree and they couldn't figure out how to get her down. I ask "where" as I now believe my little scampy cat is the one in the tree. She's up in a tree near New York Ave. I ran over to the area near the New York Ave and suddenly hear the meows of a cat in the tops of a tall dense red wood tree clustered in with another redwood. I can only hear her and there is no cat in sight up in the depths of the limbs. Just the sad pitiful meows and cries for help. I think to myself...Could I climb that tree...me? I can't even see her let alone climb and now it's dusk. Okay...I know what I'll do...run back home for her favorite cat treats and shake the bag until she comes down...so run back grab the treats and run back to the tree shaking the bag and getting nothing back but the distress cries. Now it's officially dusk and I think that the only help I can get is going to be the fire department. But should I? So I run back to my place and call my daughter at work and tell her what has happened and suggest calling the fire department which she quickly assures me I should do. So with my hands shaking so badly I pull up the fire department number on the internet and then attempted to call the number three times before succeeding as my hands trembled. They assure me a truck is on the way, so I run back out to the tree in the dark now. Waiting and waiting for the lights of the engine to show....running back and forth from the tree to the street so I can show the way. Finally the truck shows up and I run up to the truck to speak to them and the fireman says "how can I help you" and at this point I broke down and cried out, "My cat is in a tree and I can't get her down", He asked me where she was and I said to follow me and I ran up the road with the engine behind me as their lights spread the way to the tree with me running in heels ahead. I thought to myself that I must look like a sight but all that mattered was my Penny. I showed them the tree when they got out and even over the roar of the fire engine we could hear her cries...flashlights and spot lights aimed at the tree and then finally someone called out "there she is" and I looked up and saw the little white chin of my scampy little kitty up very high on a limb. They asked her name and if she's friendly and then made a plan to raise the ladder up higher over her so she wouldn't be tempted to climb higher. A fireman climbed the ladder in the dark up into the tree and hung down over the end trying to reach for her and she stepped about below. But he was about 6 feet too high. I'm watching so helplessly below as the other firemen assure me that if they get hungry enough they will climb down...but I don't want her to be in the tree for days and hoping and praying she's okay. They lower the ladder and try again but still not close enough. Lower it again and lean out and eventually reach and her as she makes her way to him and he's able to reach her and bring her safely under his arm at the top of the ladder. Here he comes down as I look up and there is that little Penny tucked safely under his arm looking wild eyed but secure as he makes his way down. I went around to get her but they offer to carry her back to my place safely so she get home. I didn't realize it but a crowd had gathered on the other side of the truck and I walk happily beside the group of firemen as we make our way back to the safe warm home that Penny cat left on a Sunday afternoon. She's home and I'm so happy and guess who doesn't get to go outside anymore? It's okay she's not even begging to and spent the next two days pretty subdued. But back to her happy scampy self now.

Golden Globie

I haven't felt like writing even though many things have happened....but I thought about Soupie Sales tonight and it occurred to me that I miss him...what a funny and delightful man and entertainer....where did soupie go? I think about people like Virgina Graham and what an effect these people had on us and who have gone by the wayside...Every time I watch the fashion police, I think of Virgina Graham when I look at Kelly Osborne...she wears her hair like Virgina's and doesn't even know she's cloning her....I miss Soupie...and Gilligan too......*tears*

Music to my heart

Waves beating on the shore churning over the sand and pulling water out to sea...pulling back wisps of hair tangled in the wind...sun shining warm to the skin....gulls squawking and swooping across the skies...rhythm of the ocean inside me..memories of days gone by...and dreams of the future....