tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post560947678135976048..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Lost--and FoundAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-39921065702617558832018-04-06T17:13:17.227-04:002018-04-06T17:13:17.227-04:00Re: rings, when my dad's much older sister pas...Re: rings, when my dad's much older sister passed on, he went back to Glasgow to settle her affairs. He took all of her jewelry back with him, and planned to box it all up to send to his two nieces, who live in CA. But he couldn't find his mother's wedding ring anywhere! His sister had never married, and lived with their parents until first Dad died, then Mom. And she had taken the ring off her mother's hand, and worn it until she died. So he wanted it to go to someone who knew his sister well, and had met his mom (only the oldest niece had.) But he ended up sending the whole box out there without the ring.<br /><br />Then one day when I was bringing the kids out to visit their grandparents, he was putting his suitcase up on the shelf in his closet, and guess what fell out onto the floor? So he chuckled and said, "Okay, Cathy. I guess it's supposed to go to Fiona." So I wear it on my right hand ring finger. That and my own wedding ring are the only two rings I ever wear. And I've told my only daughter that when I go, they're both hers, to do with as she chooses. When she was younger, she'd slip them off my fingers now and then, to try them on. I hope they have meaning for her, as they do for me.Fiona McGierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13495707848048468428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-56198412786219216982018-03-31T12:55:32.581-04:002018-03-31T12:55:32.581-04:00Interesting concept. I'm reminded of a lesbian...Interesting concept. I'm reminded of a lesbian spec-fic story in which houses are sentient, and women choose them (and vice versa) the way humans choose their animal companions, and vice versa. Sorry I can't remember the title or the author, but it was in Under Ceaseless Skies.Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-20821745208813148142018-03-22T15:51:47.413-04:002018-03-22T15:51:47.413-04:00I've wondered whether most of us have, on some...I've wondered whether most of us have, on some level, internalized the idea that that women belong mostly in the bedroom and the kitchen. Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-62962808210669611342018-03-21T07:17:58.891-04:002018-03-21T07:17:58.891-04:00This is such a poignant post, Sacchi. I'm glad...This is such a poignant post, Sacchi. I'm glad you didn't opt out, even though I can feel your sorrow in every sentence.<br /><br />Of course, the past is gone no matter how hard we want to hold on to it. Places, though -- places have power to pull us back. Having emptied my parents' house, and then mine, after twenty years, when we moved to Asia, I know a bit about what you're feeling.<br /><br />And I have similar dreams, though they tend to take me back not to my childhood home but to the house where I lived in Western Mass -- an ancient, atmospheric place buried in the woods that was always threatening to disintegrate. In my dreams, it is often literally falling apart, the roof leaking, the floors crumbling away. But then, yeah, a whole slew of guests arrive, and I have to cook for them...<br /><br />Funny how much overlap there is. Maybe some of these themes are universal.Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-15989385979780256322018-03-19T11:34:32.471-04:002018-03-19T11:34:32.471-04:00I just had an erotic dream, which is unusual for m...I just had an erotic dream, which is unusual for me. The woman looked something like trumpeter Bria Skonberg. www.briaskonberg.com who we just saw the weekend before last. I should be so lucky.<br /><br />I also have dreams about past settings. Oddly, I don't have them set in places I have lived but rather places I've worked. Like the Steel mill I worked in back in the 60's, and various jobs I've had on Kearny Street, SF. I don't remember dreams often, but I really enjoy it when it happens. Sorta like going to the movies.Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.com