“For the love of Jesus” sightings in the ‘hood:
And this rolling attraction- spotted in Central Florida
Snap Judgement: Glory Be to Jesus
mental health
Got My Eye On You
Ok, this is kind of embarrassing, but I have Amy Winehouse on a death watch. I don’t spend a lot of time or energy on celebrities, but for some morbid reason I’ve been tracking her and Blake’s antics since last summer and watching the drama unfold and it’s taken an ugly turn. How much more can a body take?
My prediction? Dead by the end of the year. Based on the latest photos of her, I believe her organs are failing. She’s gray and crusty.
It’s sad and maddening watching her deteriorate. Then there’s the freak she’s married to.
Hope she gets some help soon.
Loving What You Have
Greetings! Delightful weekend, crispy, breezy and delicious. Invigorating. Never left the garden. Deadheading is a form of meditation. Combined with general housekeeping duties, we feel a little lighter today. Inside and out. Massaging rootballs, knocking down spider webs and organizing for the next season.
Today’s tip for better living: Feather your nest.
Garden of Agony
In 2002 I made a promise to myself that I would make the break from my employer before the next election rolled around. By April 2004 I was gone.
Recently, I read “The Garden of Agony”, an essay written in 1986 by Hunter S. Thompson, that perfectly describes that defining moment in 2002.
He works now as a political consultant in Washington, for $1000 a day, for either party or any candidate who can afford him. “Things are different now,” he told me last week. “The only thing that matters now is money. It’s so much worse than it was 10 years ago that you don’t even want to hear about it. This town is worse than it’s ever been. These new people have no shame. It’s like living in a whorehouse. I’m getting out.”
Then, one afternoon last last week, I got a call from my old friend Patrick Caddell, one of the ranking pollsters and wizards in the business, who stunned me by saying that he also was “quitting politics.”
“Don’t lie to me, Patrick, ” I said to him. “You were born in this business. It’s your life.”
“No more,” he replied. “The whole political system is a disaster area, and it’s getting worse. There are some very sick people in the business today. It has gone from the Best and Brightest to the Worst and Meanest. I got into politics because I believed in things; now I’m getting out for the same reason. It got so bad that I was feeling dirty all the time. I finally had a shower built into the office, but it didn’t do any good.”
59th Floor
Bookmark Tilly’s Story to read when you need to be inspired after a “bad day” at the office.
Smart girl, that Tilly.
Tilly’s Location: 59th Floor office, center of South Tower’s west side:
A horrific boom resounded throughout the office, so loud that it reminded me of a supersonic jet screaming right next to the window, only 10 times louder. The building shook so severely that I had to grab the desk to keep my footing! Instantly, I spun around and ran into my boss office to look out the window facing west into New Jersey. Stepping up on the air conditioning vent, I pressed my face and body against the window (not the smartest move, but it gave me a perspective on how severe the situation was). I saw monumental amounts of debris blowing by and raining down everywhere: chunks of burning metal, papers, desks — and bodies.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
Although we had a good evacuation procedure in place, I was not going to wait for it to be dictated to me. I grabbed my backpack, then a frightened Karen, and stressed in a loud, forceful manor laced with foul language (using everything in the book and then some!) that everyone needed to move now! I didn’t know at that moment what had occurred, but I knew that we were all in grave trouble, and that our best course of action was to be as close to the ground as we could go…
59 Flights of Stairs:
I like the way this girl thinks:
When we reached the 38th floor, the now controversial P.A. announcement was issued that we should either return to our floor or exit onto the floor where we were, but to stay in the building because the falling debris made it unsafe to be outside, and our South Tower was not yet secure. No one going down in the stairwell stopped…
It took me exactly 17 minutes to get down 59 flights of stairs because eventually it turned out to be the time difference between the two planes hitting each tower.
And that’s just a quick trip to the lobby…..
Definitely a story to be archived.
Today’s tip for better living: Layer your clothing.