Steve (my ex;
we broke up in 1994) continues to be a huge part of my life. He is my soul
partner still. He has a long-time boyfriend, Tim, who is a gem and yesterday
Tim sent me this link to a film that absolutely shattered me (in a good way).
Heaven Is A Traffic Jam On The 405 is a documentary short film that was nominated for an Academy Award
this year.
If you’re a friend of mine and confused
about my mental state (my seizures, my speech, my anxiety, my sensitivity to
crowds and sounds) watch this film! Mindy
Alper has the same condition as me for almost the same reasons as me. I
suffered no sexual abuse but I had one abuser parent (Connie) and one passive
parent whose passivity was as destructive as the abuse — just like Mindy.
We’re both
creative; both outsiders and we both work in paper maché. And we both syllable
stutterer — our speech can be so severely restricted we can only say
polysyllables one syllable at a time.
I found it
really hard to watch. Thank God, I was able to see this in the privacy of my
home. I was hyperventilating watching it; it was incredibly therapeutic for me
to see.
At the Oscars,
they talked a lot about Diversity. The British woman who signed her acceptance
speech touched my soul. Frances McDcDormand’s two words were “Diversity;
Rider.” (She’s suggestion to Hollywood
megastars that they put riders in their contract demanding diversity on the
set.)
I’m Diversity
now, so she and the movement moved me as #MeToo moves many women.
This
magnificent film and Mindy gave me that priceless “you are not alone” feeling.
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And that ex of
mine, Steve, also has a sister. Her name is Lydia and I have adored her since
the minute I met her. It was love at first sight and I’m a huge fan of her
husband, David, and their children. Their son Gene exploded into my heart when
he was born. Both her children are dear to me, but Gene was my first
babysitting experience and I fell totally and deeply for him.
Anyway … Lydia
and David are coming to visit. They will be here to help with my Sunday night Daylight Saving Time dinner.
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The weather
forecast is for temperatures to reach 15° next week. And the dreaming begins…
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| The faggot, unbundled. (Read below.) |
A bastard (moi)
went into the woods at the end of my street today with Sheba and came home
carrying one seriously heavy faggot. (That’s
it, unbundled, above.) I have never ever used the F word in its true
context before. Some walks I pick up lichen to cover the surface of my
planters; sometimes it’s pinecones. Today it was a faggot of fallen Alder and
it will go on my fence.
I have the
fence panels to finish, the sign to finish, gardens to create, baking to do and
my ladies to repair. I’ve never experienced such a glut of opportunity. And I
can recover from my exertion in my beloved hot tub before evening cuddles with
the pets. Pinecone Park & Spa
truly is Paradise.
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Today’s goals
are to bring some order to the shed (it’s a disaster right now) and to map out
with wire markers where I want the courtyard. I think Darrell will be back to
put the gutter onto the porch and do the interior.
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| The Shasta Daisy was developed by Luther Burbank. He is one of my Heroes. I have been to his farm in Santa Rosa, California. The man was both a botanist and a humanitarian with many extraordinary accomplishments to his credit. I admire him hugely. |
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