Molly Goatwax

remington

My camera is talking to my computer again! And this is the sign painted on cinderblocks by the glass company at 27th and Remington Avenoo!

Seeing bright spots through the dark

In a glad gamble Hubby has been flinging together a working kitchen at the dentistry in advance of settling on our purchase because we won't get financing without one. If the building weren't two units, the underwriters would not need to see any kitchens at all...Perhaps I will strategically place some items to pretty up the photographs. Monday I was fired, Friday I hang out my shingle and Sunday I have two clients who want sizable contracts. The sister who is secretly my favorite took us to a fabulous brunch today, the nine year old gave me a plastic "love"ring that fits and I am swimming in chocolate, because it is my birthday. Tomorrow will be even better.

Mother-Daughter Action

Ah! A little more coffee, please. Yesterday the adult daughter drove me up to the farm at which I was once employed to deliver some papers and take away a few, I will once again be using it as a home office affiliation as I freelance some files and gain some new credentials. Then we went shopping! We haven't gone clothes shopping together since we both fit into the selections offered by Gap Kids. Then we had a few beers and went to an art opening downtown. And we both had art in it! WOO WOO WOO! During our wanderings she picked up a photo commission and I was persued by another former employer who gave me her cards and told me to stay in touch. We have so many blessings.

a million to one

Today driving up a one way street I saw a taxi barreling at me. I stopped and honked and watched the driver pull a screeching u-turn inches from my headights. Then I came home. As I was sitting signing papers in the front, I heard a dreadful clonking noise as a car flipped over outside. Then I twisted my ankle again trying to take out the trash. Somedays it seems best to just stay put. But I persist, between bindling up flats and smoothing a new table cloth at the bar-the beer coming out of the Yuengling tap was Rolling Rock-so I had to finish the drawn pint before I was served my preference. Our day tap keep, Chris said; "You can't let good beer go to waste! There are millions of sober people in China!" Oh right. Twist my arm. After I fill up the soap pumps.

Thrust and Parry

Yesterday I got a parking ticket and as I was inspecting it, trying to decipher my violation, I looked up through my windshield to discover that the Rubber Faced Man who stalked me ten years ago has set up his homeless little day camp on what were once the back steps of the Seton Academy gym. They now lead to a broken dummy door on the rear exterior wall of a parking lot, but are still situated at the head of an alley by the back gate of my mother's house. Time to park in the next block and use another entrance. This morning I had an exit interview with my former branch manager and thoroughly befuddled him with my relentless good cheer. I told him I completely understood why he had suddenly terminated me, replied that I had been advised not to comment when asked if I had anything to add to the discussion and helped myself to a copy of the employee manual for my lawyer, should we need it. Then I sincerely wished him all the best. I really do. There it will end with that and a few more paychecks.  As the man said, I have too much on my plate. Now that that portion is finished, it's time to tackle the rest if the meal.

Here we go again

Yesterday I was rather suddenly terminated from my position at the bank for being distracted and failing to engage. That and the branch manger failed to pay his bills in time to avert litigation by various parties...oh, and I'm sure I irritated him in a thousand different ways. I would enumerate them and hang my head in shame but I'm failing to muster up enough contrition...time to go pick up my mop at Molly's and whistle a tune from The Wizard of Oz; "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead"...

Veils lift

We had quite the cold front come through this weekend, in contrast to the spring-like temperatures it bounced. The cold gives people a pinched, tense look with chapped bloodless faces. Even the young and attractive appear careworn and crabby. This morning I took my camera out of hibernation and tried to take a picture of the cinder block sign at the glass company, but the camera pulled its lens back inside and told me to change its batteries. My fingers were too clumsy so it went back into the case until my hands thawed out at the office. Yes, another Federal holiday unobserved by the company. Oh well. Work will be light, the people from whom I cajole documents won't be at their desks today and with my feet doubly swaddled with the blessing of goat hair and marzipan in my lunch pail-thank you Miss Alison!- I can put up a brave struggle. Yesterday my-sister-the-rocket-scientist set up the computer we used before being displaced to mother's and even found my camera bus, so this evening I will be playing with photographs again. It feels nice to reconnect. Someday soon I will set up my easel.

Rays of hope

For the first time in months, my morning drift to conciousness did not involve grim and anxious images. Perhaps it's the quality of brighter light or that I now have the assistance of a tax and trust accountant in administering my fiduciary duties, I welcome a lighter heart. 

Schoolin' n stuff

Between the grim tasks of writing checks and moving donations for the estate and my supervisor "being all up in my grille", as Hubby puts it, I haven't been springing into the flights of elation which make bi-polar disorder bearable. As I sat brooding over the accounts in the living room the other night, the nine year old offered to show me a card trick. She shuffled the cards and stacked them a certain way, then launched into a patter about some robbers in a house. "This one's in the attic...", she declared as she showed me an eight of clubs. "Hey wait one big fat hairy minute!" I said, recalling how Baltimore has yet again become the butt of a global joke for its school system because of this very game. She admitted when asked, that she had learned the trick in school. But the exercise was in last year's curriculum. No one made a fuss then. That's true, I reasoned, and tricksters and thieves are an integral component of all folk lores. "Just don't ever tell me that nouns are stuff", I told her.

Will this Soxer be reformed?

After proving once again that chocolate is indeed the breakfast of champions, Hubby took the repeated postings of my lack of boots as a pointed hint and yesterday presented me with a pair made by the same Germans who manufacture the cork soled sandals I wear year-round with socks! Hmmm....do I sense a dramatic lifestyle change in the works? I need some skirts. Perhaps if I say that often enough, some will appear as if by magic.