Dear Ricardo,

Published November 14, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Since I’m a newbie (for 2 years) I don’t know how to communicate with you other than this letter. I don’t see how to “comment,” and after your entry titled “ABSCOND,” plus that scary photo, (see below) I wanted to thank you for following me but apologize for not following you back. I Googled you and saw “your” obituary and after reading “ABSCOND” and the photo was sad but not surprised. It was a little spooky that you had died unexpectantly in October, but…

Now I see that at some point in my panic I went ahead and followed you. Seems I get myself in all kinds of trouble… To save you time, here’s “your” obituary I’m talking about, and the horrifying photo:

Richard Sexton Obituary – Burlington, VT | The Burlington Free Press

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/burlingtonfreepress/obituary.aspx?pid=182193882

his Lord on Monday, Oct. 24, 2016 at …

BTW, I wasn’t going to follow you because it makes me feel sad and I’m sad enough : > /

Wow, Great Re-blog from owningitlog

Published November 14, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Dismissed

In junior high sex ed, we were asked to come in with anonymous questions written down for the next class. What should I ask? My head was spinning. If I asked it right, maybe I would spot another one. But that would be wrong. The questions couldn’t identify me. I had to be general, but specific. I was tempted to work it out on paper, but that was too dangerous. I had to hold it in my head and quickly scribbled it just before class in the hallway.

I had it in my pocket, tightly folded. The teacher stood at the door with a shoe box. My hand reached for my note. I tried to make it look like it wasn’t important. When I dropped it in the box there was no going back. The box precariously sat on his desk, guarded by him, but easily knocked over.

I wondered where it would be for the next week. If he figured out it was my question, would he call me in? Would he tell anybody? If there were others, would he let me know who they were? Maybe another one had a better question than mine and I’d find out more!

The week passed, the answer session began. Half way through the clock became a vice squeezing probability into possibility, unlikely, bell. He didn’t answer it. The class bell rang. We were dismissed. I didn’t know if two boys could be in love.

I Don’t Have the Source for This

Published November 13, 2016 by Nan Mykel

“We fear death like a baby fears

being shifted from one breast

to the other.”

Response from my Cousin

Published November 8, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Ever wonder why so many people visit my blog? THEY’RE RELATIVES! Seriously, here’s a comment in response to the post below re me not liking “Disability Rights” Ohio:

Barbara

4:43 PM (14 hours ago)

to me

RE” Donor Attachment

I had to call and ask for it as there was no link to it in the letter you posted. She has now put it on the DSS website. I ssent her a link to your blog, think you may have another fan! Maybe you could post the link there, too.

Begin forwarded message:

From: Caroline Lahrmann <calnwal@aol.com>

Subject: Donation Form

Date: November 7, 2016 at 4:36:00 PM EST

To: bwms@windstream.net

Thank you for your phone call today. The donation form for the Ball v. Kasich Legal Defense Fund is now up on the Disability Advocacy Alliance website.

Here is the link to the form:

http://nebula.wsimg.com/59c28b6388dd6b6fb68eb5ad235a0f97?AccessKeyId=3AA4F2DE7107738E8E2F&disposition=0&alloworigin=1

You can also go to www.DisabilityAdvocacyAlliance.org and a link to the form is included under the first item listed on the home page.

Thank you very much for your support of individuals with intellectual and developmental disabilities in Ohio.

Caroline Lahrmann

614-359-9323

THANKS, COUSIN!

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Saved for Posterity

Published November 6, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Still cleaning out, I came across an e-mail dated 4-14-2005 from Terri, in response to mine which read: “Just thought I’d let you know that my computer screen has turned upside down. I closed all programs and cut it off and it’s still upside down this morning!.”

She answered: “Good grief! OK. I will hopefully assume that it’s fixed by now but if not, I did a Google search and found this entry on a computer tech site:

Saussure01-Mar-2005, 04:19 AM

“Once, at University, someone had flipped the screens of all the public computers (running on Windows XP) of the Engligh Department upside down. The wallpaper, desktop icons, fonts, mouse-cursor and even the start-up screen…everything was displayed or moved upside down. People could not check out their e-mails or surf or do anything. To reverse the upside down screen mode, press ctrl, alt and the up arrow (arrows console) at the same time; the screen will probably go blank. Turn off the monitor, turn it on again and the display will be normal again. If you possess a sense of humor or are antisocial, press ctrl, alt and the down arrow simultaneously, turn off the monitor, turn it on again and everyone (excluding the culprit) will be desperate–upside down! Works for Windows XP and Prof.

Hope your world will soon be sunny side up!”

The Lady and the Tramp — a pseudo poem

Published November 5, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Is democracy not more precious

than the NRA? Why are the

evangelicals voting for the Anti-Christ?

It must be genetic, that the cave man

clings to his weapons, howling,

minus thought, in his us-versus-them

limited vocabulary.

Quote from Child of Cynicism

Published October 31, 2016 by Nan Mykel

(Re Wallflowers)

We’ve come to the conclusion that if we’re single at 40, we’ll marry each other-I mean, there’s no sexual attraction, but I dont see why we couldn’t be an asexual/watching countryfile together kind of partnership. She’s my safety wife, and, in all honesty, she’d probably last longer than a cat. There’d be no vet bills either, and I’d like to think she’d pay her way.

Sneaky

Published October 30, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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A DAILY JOURNAL? Isn’t that passe or something for this crowd? Well I began it tonight (10/29/16), and I’ll only post it on my new Daily Journal page, so it won’t interfere with snappy things. Right now I’m using it as I discard files forever, and want to grab a piece or two first.

The Poem By Yeats

Published October 29, 2016 by Nan Mykel

I had heard two of these lines at certain times but did not note which of Yeats’ poems they came from. I just found it on Google and want to share it. Can you guess the two lines referred to?

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

William Butler Yeats

They were “But something rustled on the floor

and someone called my name.”

Once I heard them in 1991 at a David White conference. Who’s Aengus? He’s a god of love and beauty in Celtic mythology. From many sites on Google under the title.

Itchy Fingers on the Keyboard

Published October 28, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Goodbye so soon, since I believe I’m going to join the November NaNoWriMo (sp?), with a goal of writing 50,000 words during the Thanksgiving month. At least I’ll have a good excuse for not roasting turkey.

WHO DID HE BELONG TO?

He was curled up to himself like a babe,

the remains we found around the bend

beside the brook, as we perambulated

without a care until this old fellow

came into view. Poor, by his looks, and

quite dead and cold. Who did he belong to,

who had his heart?

JIGSAW PUZZLE

It’s difficult to work a jigsaw puzzle

without the big picture, and we don’t

get to see that until the end.