FORGIVE ME FOR CRYING
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Posted:Jun 23, 2006 6:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2012 6:26 pm 2726 Views
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Hellooooo everybody...it's been a long time since I've added a blog. I wrote this quite awhile back and posted it in the magazine, and decided to share it with blogsville too. Hope you enjoy!
FORGIVE ME FOR CRYING
“Forgive me for crying. I feel foolish” said I.
“I mean Elvis has been dead for eleven years!”
My young and my man
exchanged glances, but said nothing.
We left Naples, Florida early that morning and decided to take secondary roads to Memphis. The car was now rising and falling through some charming hills of Alabama.
Radio cranked up, classical music filled our space as we passed numerous, steaming roadside peanut shacks with crude, homemade signs advertising fresh peanuts, raw, fried or boiled.
The odd combination of the music and the back hill shacks moved me. That and the excitement of soon reaching Memphis…and Graceland…caused my tears.
I was forty-four years old. I had wanted to go to Graceland since I was thirteen. I would have preferred that Elvis be alive when I finally got there, but what the hell...if I couldn’t say hello to him, at least I could say goodbye.
The tears rolled faster when we reached Tupelo,
Mississippi and saw the tiny house in which Elvis the lived. My and my man exchanged more glances. The little old house reminded me of the humble home that I was raised in.
“Forgive me for crying so damn much. I can’t understand why this whole thing is so emotional for me,” I tearfully exclaimed.
My poor was only eight. “What did she really know of Elvis,” I asked myself, so, with my man's help, I decided to give her a 'crash course a la King, on the go.'
By the time we pulled our car into the parking lot near Graceland that day, I was a silent, trembling, red-eyed mess. I was thankful it was off -season and the crowd was small.
First we saw Elvis’s plane. I cried. Then we saw his cars. More tears. We spent a long time going through the house. Graceland. The king’s home. His castle. Wow.
I cried long and deeply through all the rooms we were allowed in, trying to feel his presence. Then on we went to his museum which housed all his memorabilia. The white outfit from Hawaii, the blue from wherever, the black, the red……oh my God! Then his racket ball building where he complained of chest pains. Cry, cry, cry!
Finally…the meditation garden…where Elvis was supposedly buried. All cried out finally, I stopped there for several minutes in complete silence, said my prayer and my proper farewell to the man of my teenage dreams and felt better.
I looked up and around me and was ever so
surprised, and moved... to see my young and my man holding hands and sobbing their hearts out. All the emotion was contagious. Understanding completely, I smiled, took their hands in mine and all of us, having said our goodbyes in our own ways, walked quietly and reverently away from Graceland.
My dear, sweet man said “forgive me for crying honey, I feel so foolish.” We all exchanged glances.
We played the King’s music all the way home to Canada and agreed that it was one of the best experiences (and the best cry) we had ever had.
"Loving You..."
PrairieSky
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UFO
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Posted:Feb 2, 2006 9:53 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2011 1:23 pm 2503 Views
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I couldn't help but notice one night around Christmas time, as I let my out, a very bright star in the sky southwest of where I live. As I gazed, it would seem to become brighter, then slowly dim and then disappear completely. After a couple of minutes it reappeared again, and always in the same location. I thought at first the disappearing and reappearing was caused by clouds floating by. It fascinated me. The first thought to cross my mind at that time of year was the Star of Bethlehem. However, after the Noel Joyeux was over, I began thinking more along the line of UFOs...or spying satellites. As I studied it each night for longer periods of time, I began noticing fine lines of electricity sometimes flashing near it. Then sometimes another light would appear not too far away from the bright one and it seemed to be hovering.
"Am I the only one seeing this?" thought I. "Why hasn't anyone phoned this in?" I thought of phoning about it myself but decided to study it a little longer. I started to show this amazing activity to guests who visited me. They too were fascinated.
As I studied, I noticed one full moon night that it was not clouds floating by that made the light disappear. It just would fade away, almost as though it saw me looking at it. I would quickly close the inside door, and when I reopened it, there it was again, bright as ever. It would disappear again as I stared...and there would be the fine lines of light again...and maybe another hovering light not too far away. Sometimes two.
Sighhhh. Then the other day I let my out as usual and I suddenly thought..."Gee I wonder if I can see anything in the daytime!" I looked exactly where I always see the bright star....and lo and behold I DID...I DID see something!!! It was a very strange shape, long and narrow with a kind of bulbous end to it. Rather like a high-tech street light. You guessed it. It WAS a street light. Apparently the town had installed a new light in the park located just southwest of me. The light was to brighten and fade intermittently.. (I haven't found out why yet.)By the way I still see those fine lines of electricity near it. The hovering lights...I guess could have been planes. LOL
I felt quite silly about this and then laughed and chalked it all up to learning about imagination and having some entertainment over the last few weeks! Between the UFO and the guest partridge/ptarmigan we had, it's been kind of fun! Anyway the UFO is now the IFO. Mystery solved! And....um....I don't think I will tell my guests when they come over again. I will just let them have fun watching it. heh, heh, heh.
Ciao for now.
Sherlock. AKA PrairieSky
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Little Boxes...
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Posted:Jan 23, 2006 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2012 6:27 pm 2576 Views
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Mood: angry / disappointed / disillusioned / sad.
Today I got my usual list of potential matches from SFF. I never have any luck with those. Why SFF lists them as matches for me, I have no idea! Anyway, today there happened to be a man a bit older than me, from the very small town I live in! I was very surprised...I mean what are the odds? Well, wouldn't you know it..he was one of those guys who described himself as 'intimacy deprived', married and wanting a discreet relationship on the side. He didn't care two hoots about age, looks, religion, nationality, marital status or race. He just wanted a woman. She was to be disease-free and discreet.
I had a flood of mixed emotion wash over me. The first emotion to hit me was anger. I thought..."I am tempted to contact this joker and get to know him and then blow the whistle on him." I likely see him and his wife around town all the time. He was one brick short of a load to even list the small town he was from! However, that emotion was short-lived. I knew I wasn't near the type to do something like that.
Then... a song popped into my head. Maybe you remember it...from the 60's I think. It is called. LITTLE BOXES...and here is the first verse:
"Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same."
The reason this song popped into my head is that it's how this man's profile made me feel. I've come across countless profiles like his in the 7 years I've been in this chatroom. If these men do not care what we look like, how old we are, what our marital status is...or religion, or colour, or nationality..etc..it seems to me that they regard women in general as a line up of identical recepticles. They intend only to use us for sex and they really care nothing about anything else! Little boxes on the hillside. Little boxes all the same.
And.....I'll just bet this guy cannot figure out for the life of him, why his wife deprives him of intimacy??? Typical of this type, I'm sure.
Sighhhhhhhh. What a very, very, very sad world we live in sometimes.
Ciao for now.
PrairieSky
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Birds...
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Posted:Jan 13, 2006 3:44 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2011 8:54 pm 2630 Views
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If birds bore you, you might want to pass this one by.
Late in autumn of this year...um...I guess last year now...I discovered what I thought to be a mourning dove sitting on my clothesline post in my back yard. I was very surprised, because they fly south early autumn in this part of Canada. I saw it several times a day over the next couple of weeks and decided it might not be a mourning dove, but maybe a young pigeon. Seeing as it appeared to have taken up residence near my house, and was leaving evidence all over the place, I got out my trusty bird book. The book was very sketchy (pardon the pun) about what the various kinds of doves and pigeons looked like, so I still did not know what kind of bird it was for sure.
As winter moved in and the snows came, the bird took cover under the patio deck and made the back door railing it's favourite perch. MESSSSSY!!! Well the bird didn't like it either, because my was having run-ins with it everytime I let her outside. So it moved it's perching place to the lid of the plastic garbage pail in a sheltered corner beside the house and right near the deck it lived under. Sukie and the bird still had run-ins but it would take longer for to reach bird which gave bird more time to take flight to the poplar tree. heh, heh.
Sometimes the bird would disappear for a couple of days and I would think it must have been caught by a preditor or maybe it died of hunger and exposure. However it would always return and it surely did not look sick or hungry. On Christmas day I started throwing out pieces of apple for it, but it never touched them. Sukie usually got them in the end.
I consulted my bird book again, thinking maybe it is something other than pigeon or dove. Sure enough I found PTARMIGANS (say THAT without having to wipe your chin) and partridges. I finally decided that I probably had a 'partridge in a poplar tree' for Christmas and didn't even know it.
Anyway....long story short, here it is January 13th (Friday no less)and I have not seen my ptarmigan (dabbing my chin) or partridge in over a week now. I look for it several times a day and so does Sukie. I look at all the piles of bird poop on that garbage can lid, the back door railing and other places it liked to perch and wonder if it finally perished after fighting to survive all that time.
I felt akin to that bird. It had no mate either. It's mate probably died too. It lasted a long while, but it must have been very lonely. I can't help but wonder if their little hearts break like ours do. I hope I see it again, but I am doubtful. If I do...you all will be the first to know!
Happy Friday the 13th. Hugs.
PrairieSky
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A Merry, Prairie Christmas...
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Posted:Dec 18, 2005 10:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2015 6:09 pm 2643 Views
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Good Mornin' sunshines! (My mornin' anyhow.)
I'm sitting here after my shower, all squeaky clean and smelling like a Christmas tree. I picked up the Forest Spruce bathroom spray instead of my after bath aloe spray...sighhhh. Oh well it IS Christmas. 
It's cold this morning. That crunchy kind of bitter-sweet cold that makes a wonderful frosty world of patterns on the outer windows, and the snow squeaks under one's feet. The sun is shining brightly and the snow piled high on the branches of the pines with the sky a blue that would knock your socks off! This is MY kind of winter morning...it makes me feel like all is right with the world. (I will allow myself to think that for awhile at least.) This is what Christmas on my prairie will look like this year! 
I've been enjoying my tiny tree which sits behind my sofa on an antique ice cream parlour table from my childhood. In the evenings it twinkles with tiny white lights which makes the gold ribbon glitter and creates highlights on the tiny pine cones and baby's breath. Around it are many presents from and for friends and family. How blessed I am!
I let Sukie, my little schnauzer outside when I rose this morning and she looked hilarious squatting out there in the sqare patch I shovelled for her, nose high, sniffing the crisp, cold air and trying to do her business, holding first one foot in the air, then another, and another. Poor pooch..shame on me for giggling at her. I gave her a doggie treat when she came in. LOL
I'm so happy to be alive.
I pray that your Christmas will be beautiful too.
PrairieSky
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No More Blogging Virgin.
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Posted:Dec 16, 2005 11:03 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2010 10:58 am 3183 Views
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I've never blogged. I was a blogging virgin until now! I've journalled some, but no one read it but me. Mind you I did cut out excerpts from my journalling and pasted them on the wall beside my paintings at an art show once. The little excerpts made some people cry. I guess they were pretty 'heavy'. Yeah... I tend to write mostly when I am a bit sad. Maybe some blogging will get me writing when I'm happy too. Time will tell.
Yep, I'm an artist. At least I try real hard. Last week I was involved in an international art theft scam...can you believe it? I was one of 500 Canadian artists who got their work stolen off the internet, made into cheap copies and were sold worldwide by some big company in China. It was discovered by complete fluke and then the lid blew off and boy what a big scandal it was. All us artists felt violated and banded together and finally we were successful in having our names and our work removed from that site. It's mind-boggling to me that people would have the audacity to take someone's art without permission from the artist, for their own gain and not even think of paying royalties to them! Artists get ripped off all the time though, so why am I surprised.
So that's partly why I am melancholy tonight. I guess whatever faith in humanity I had left in this world was sorely injured. However I'm a pretty strong gal and will bounce back in no time!
Wish I had some real juicy personal stuff to tell you...but ...um..heh heh...I am just not prepared to bare too much of my soul in front of the world at this time. Funny how I can do it in my art, but not in here. Oh well.
So much for my first blog. I hope it's as good for you as it was for me. LOL
Ciao for now!
PrairieSky
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