Three rants in a row is a little much, even for me. Sorry about that. I know y’all drop by to be entertained or, if we’re all lucky, to find some inspiration. But yesterday was One of Those Days.
Since I don’t listen to the news, I didn’t hear about the murder of Dr. Tiller until yesterday. And in the afternoon I went to see Dr. J to have some more skin biopsies, something I’m going to be doing for the rest of my life. Y, whizu. [OK, I have to admit that I do not know how to spell this, and I don’t even have an actual translation. It’s something that a co-worker used to say constantly, back in My Time at Animal Control. He said it like you’d say, “Good grief” or “Holy crap,” or, more likely for Flo, “Holy fucking shit, man!” I’m assuming it’s Spanish, and I’m assuming the “ee” sound is “y,” but that’s about as far as I can go. Anyone? It’s always been one of my favorite things to say in moments of exasperation, as the possibilities for inflection and emphasis are varied and satisfying.]
Anyway. So Dr. J’s office person is out, confined to bed. She was asked to be a surrogate for another dr. and her husband, and everything had been going along great—I talked to her last week. And then over the weekend, things weren’t so great. Everyone’s hoping it will all turn out OK, but there may come a time when “the health of the mother” isn’t just an abstraction that everyone tosses around, but something serious that requires a choice to be made. And thinking yesterday of all the people who would do anything in their power to make sure that choice is no longer available, to make laws that say that the life of a mother, with living children, is no more valuable than the life of a fetus. Well. It just makes me nuts.
So thanks for letting me get it out of my system—lord knows The EGE heard enough from me in person, with me ranting and waving my arms while we were Doing the Walk (walking the neighborhood, feeding all the various cats, talking to one of the neighbors (who, I should tell you, was telling us about how she found the house she lives in now. We’re talking along about roof repair and insurance companies and estimates, and she tells us that God found this house for her and gave her the sign of a shooting star to let her know it was meant for her. She tells this fervently, with complete conviction, and I just keep on smiling and nodding like this makes as much sense to me as what she’s said about shingles and easements and wheelchair access)).
I stay baffled a good deal of the time, but that’s OK. At least I’m never bored.
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I love your rants. They make me realize I'm not alone.
I have a house story too!!!
I have a friend, OK ex-friend, we sorta lost touch, who bought her house on the advice of her astrologist. Oh, and surprise (!), it was the astrologist's house (are you rolling your eyes yet?). Said astrologist even told her the most auspicious day and time for signing the papers. The banker said, Nope, not available, how about xx? She was in a total tizzy and went back to the astrologist to get confirmation that the alternative date could work and that the world would not collapse around her ears.
I kid you not.
Surprisingly I don't really miss her.
Y, whizu.
you rant better than i do. I get all foamy at the mouth and nevr end up making my point, because i get so mad. I am just going to stand on a busy street corner in my bathrobe and shout my rants. Once in a while I will yell "REPENT SINNERS!"
It'll be great.
it WILL be great, holly. please provide us with a schedule so those of us within Road Trip distance can come listen and cheer you on. or at least videotape the passers-by.
jazz, that is scary. some people should not be allowed to conduct business but should have a designated Person of Logic to do all that for them, lest they be ripped off from here to jupiter.
I'm so glad I found this blog! I'm going to be moving to Midland this summer and knowing there are people like you there helps. Even if we never meet, it's just nice knowing that you're out there somewhere.
Don't apologize for the rants. There's alot to rant about lately.
anonymous, be sure to get in touch--if you're one 1) moving to midland and 2) finding yourself agreeing with me--yikes!
midland is a wonderful place to live, but it's not the bastion of liberal thinking one might imagine.
snort.
(aka Anonymous)
I DO agree with almost everything you say! Weird, huh?
I'll keep you posted on our move and whether or not I get any signs from above as to which house we should buy.
I found your rants thought-provoking. There's something pure about sincere, enraged passion.
I wish that there was karma at work, and that some of the people who advocated Tiller's demise would meet it.
God found a toilet for me. Think I'll go use it.
i happen to have a friend at my house right now who is Hispanic, so i asked her about your whizu term. it was unfamiliar to her, but she said here in these parts (albuquerque), the term most often heard is "que cosa" (pron kay kohsa), which means "what a thing." sounds so much better in Spanish, eh? LOL (risa hacia fuera ruidosamente, which is way way too stilted, i'm sure, but that's babelfish for ya)
it's not the bastion of liberal thinking one might imagineroflmao
all my preconceived notions shattered
I used to work at a bankruptcy law firm and I will never forget this one couple who came in to sign their papers. The wife said "I never thought we'd be in a situation like this. We had faith that God would provide." I remember sitting there thinking "Well where is God with his checkbook anyway?"
Why are you apologizing for your rants? I love them. You make me think, clarify my ideas and inspire me to stand up for myself and what I believe in.
If more people were as open-minded and passionate as you are this world would be a better place.
I was just thinking on Monday, gee, no rants from The Voodoo Cafe in a long time. Gee I miss the rants. And then bam! Three in a row! I was/am in hog heaven. So this counts as 3 good things on my list for the day.
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