Moving-in day is coming finally. Walls are painted, trim is going in, cabinets and countertops mounted next week. Here’s some current pics- 03/025/08.
Gas goes in Thursday and electric next week. Back staircase will take some time, so we won’t use the back door.
I’m hoping we can move in by the weekend of April 12th. The outside siding will be mounted after we are back in the house, and the front staircase should finally have handrails too. The driveways are a mystery, but they’re just gravel.
We do need to get some curtains just in case the workers are around and I’ve decided it’s a bra and panty day for doing things around the house. *giggles* Wouldn’t do to distract them whilst working, ‘eh?
Al Copeland has died in Germany.
Having been elsewhere for much of Copeland’s place on the stage we call home, there’s not much I can say about the man other than the fact he founded Popeyes Chicken and some other interesting eateries. He lived a flambouyant life. He did good things with some of his money, and he seemed to create a stir everywhere in his life.
‘Tis a pity… Al Copeland was one of the characters of New Orleans, and he will be missed.
“If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door” , Harvey Milk
On a warm, sunny day June day back in 1978, I attended my first Gay Pride Parade in San Francisco. I was amazed to be around so many free spirits living their lives openly. Twas a far cry from the hatred shown to these kinds of people (deep down I knew I belonged there) from life in Alabama and throughout my Naval career. That was the first time I ever saw Harvey Milk. A few months later I would have the chance to meet him, and I jumped on the offer. He was something else.
On Nov. 27th, 1978, the Castro District (one of the few LGBT areas of the city) learned that Mayor George Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk had been assassinated at City Hall by Dan White, a recently resigned Supervisor. A candlelight vigil was held, along with a candlelight march that same night. I was there and it set the stage for an annual remembrance march and vigil for many years. (The NAMES Quilt had it’s genesis in one of these marches when Cleve Jones had all of us carry cards bearing the names of those who had died of AIDS.)
A few months later I was in S.F. on leave and White’s trial wrapped up with him being given a 7+ year sentence because of “diminished capacity”, aka the “Twinkie Defense”. Within hours many had gathered and we wound up in a major riot with SFPD in the Civic Center. Many police cars burned that night and then SFPD descended upon the Castro to create a riot of their own. How the Hell I didn’t get myself hurt or killed is a miracle. I went back to duty and would see S.F. again in ‘83 when I was discharged from the Service.
I stayed there for almost 14 more years, and Milk’s words were the reason for that: I wanted to help our tribes continue to move the agenda forward and to help during the AIDS Crisis.
So with that little snippet of my history given, I am so moved to read that Sean Penn is playing Milk’s role in a new movie. When it hits the theatres, I will be there.
Thanks so much Harvey, so very much. You gave me the courage to become myself.
I Wish I was a Grannie.
Before I was 1 year old all chance of being a grannie, or a mother, or a great-great grannie, went down the tubes when a faulty Culture felt that they could “control” the Destiny of others unlike them. They got to choose back my “identity” then. I was programmed to a certain course. (Yeah… right.)
Well, this little Soul knows that they were/are wrong, and that she would have taught her children well, been there as things didn’t always fit the Beliefs, helping when the “Culture” created situations that would weed-out “what was not their own”. To “see” what a real person sees. To be intelligent and thoughtful, caring and innovative. To give a damn because we have seen alot…
And we don’t want the ones to come to have to see the horrors and cheats that we have witnessed during our time in this Plane. This doesn’t mean that we are the ne plus ultra of the Sages and Wise, but that we passed on our stories and our priorities, pains, hopes and desires. That we give them the right textbooks, and someone to do homework with.
With that above, here’s something interesting to read. (Not long… KOS can wait.)
Anyone can postulate a “New World”, but I believe in a living Real World. (Child-like, eh’?) They must be able to bear witness to what they think, see and feel. They must live Life and pass that information along. The problem comes in when where the slant of the observations come from: “No Change” or “Become”.
Can we teach our children well?
That is the question.
For myself, the choice has always been to “Become”..
“Be Blessed!”
and he freakin’ gets it right.
Sitting here in the hovel (aka dumpster, cave), contemplating the move to the real house and all the packing that must be done, and then I run across this:
I think I need a bigger carrier. Our catz are four times bigger than these kittehs.
Here’s a petition urging the Oklahoma House to impeach Sally Kern for being many things, but just not Human.
A curtsey to Heather for the head’s up.
