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State of the Union

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on November 5, 2016 by drycreekherbs

Rampant skullduggery. Each political party is trying to out do the other with snide, vulgar accusations. I pray long and hard that our citizens will stop supporting the trash talk and put their hearts into noble efforts.

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I looooove this

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on June 14, 2016 by drycreekherbs

I like saying Amuse Bouche!

David Sedaris Saved Me

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 9, 2015 by drycreekherbs

I made my trek to San Antonio to see Mom on Thursday. Each time I go I am fraught with despair for her and guilt for me. It is no win all the way. Platitudes from well meaning friends go like this. “Be glad you still have your Mom.” I no longer have my Mom. She is so insulated in bodily disintegration that she’s gone except for her core. So, I go and feel wretched because I can’t muster much more than an emoji face that she sees right through. A lot of time I cry with her.

So, David Sedaris. Years ago Bill Lawson loaned me Me Talk Pretty One Day. I had never heard of David Sedaris. I had the best laugh of my life. Shortly thereafter I read a second book and images.jpg I barely grinned. So recently I listened to Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls on my way to Mom’s. The Prelude should instruct, “Danger. Do not listen to this audio book while driving. Do not listen to this audio book unless you are wearing Depends. Danger this audio book may cause multiple leaking orifices. “ It was heavenly. This man is called a socially insensitive satirist, who although a critic of conservatives, is still hilarious. I am almost afraid to recommend the book. I’ve been shunned because of books and movies I have endorsed. Once Jackie and I took a school friend to see Bridget Jones’ Diary. The school friend thought it was crude and not at all funny. Another example, Cee recommended a John McDonald mystery to her Mom, Mattie Lee, because he was a Florida author. Her reaction to the book: “It is sex in its lewdest form.” Anyway, I have produced more endorphins listening to Sedaris’ book that I almost felt faint. I live for belly laughs even if it requires a change of clothes.

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New vocabulary word with a conversational rating of 10: Unchi-kun, a Japanese emoji for a pile of poop. I wonder if Words with Friends will accept it. Look out Susan Lawson. I’ve thought it through. I am going to say “Oh, unchi-kun!” I can even say it with many syllables that make it sound just awful. This is better than “Oh, shit.”

Thoughts on foreign vocabulary words: I am the most often corrected person in my region. Everyone, even dullards correct me. Really only Susan Lawson has the intellectual property rights to correct me. I gave her permission years ago. Not the rest of the world. Anyway, before I work myself into a huff, if I bandy about foreign words, especially Japanese or German, hardly anyone jumps up to the plate. I like this. I am just not putting up with this unchi-kun any more!!!!

I am a wretch. I lied to a Brownie this week. She asked if I would buy some cookies…I lied without blinking….I told her I just bought some when I really bought them a week ago. Why couldn’t I just say, “ No, thank you.” This is just another example of American moral decay.

Katie Sue’s Social Club: The History

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 24, 2014 by drycreekherbs


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Yesterday I had teary farewell to one of my prized possessions—my bordello dollhouse, aka Katie Sue’s Social Club. This was, to my way of thinking, the epigenesis of a purposeful iconoclast. Too bad I can’t take credit for the idea. My father-in-law, Leo, built my first house. I furnished it, and in my imagination, it was the cottage of an Episcopal priest and his wife, Obedience. This little abode just whetted my creative juices. Upon completion, Nell, one of my THS colleagues suggested a little whorehouse. The fire was lit.

I was so obsessed….My passion was aligned on my lifeline with graduate school at TAMU. This massive endeavor was perfect therapy for relieving all the anxieties about how I was not a scholar and how I would soon be discovered to be an imposter, an intellectual dust mite…so when I wasn’t trying to look and act smart, I was feverishly researching the life and furnishings of houses of prostitution. I should have written my dissertation about cathouses or as also known, cribs, bawdyhouses, houses of assignation, houses with red doors, and dens of vice. My committee would have been far more interested in my topic!

Len and I were in San Mateo, CA where I found a miniature shop that had the perfect ‘kit’ with “Minor assembly required.” Len immediately knew then he was going to be miserably involved in another one of my projects. So, Len put it together and I don’t remember too much anguish on his part. What I remember mostly are the years of joyful decorating. I mean it…this was an endeavor of love—I finished it right before I graduated. Jay and Dan, our bestest decorator friends contributed more hours consulting than either wanted or so they said. However, I would receive art catalogs from the Dallas Furniture Market that they would find for me…full of miniature nude ‘paintings’ for sale albeit in large sizes. These little pictures immediately were framed and ready to adorn the house.

I put in flooring, electrical wiring, light fixtures, and wall paper; I hand made draperies, teenie weenie Impatien blossoms, and bedding, This was absorbing, mindless work…wonderful and as engaging as anything I have ever done. I could be in a state of flow with nothing in my head for hours. A perfect state of mind…all Zen.

The hunt for miniature treasures took me to out-of-the-way streets in London, Dallas, San Antonio, Rothenburg am Tauber, Sausalito, Auburn, San Francisco, etc. To Len’s credit, he would drive for hours so I could buy a ½” teapot. Jay and Dan developed a keen interest in my anatomically correct cowboy I just had to have—they even drove me miles to Olla Podrida in northeast Dallas to pick it up. Then seemed mildly disinterested as they looked him over! ☺.

Len took the mini chess set to work and set it up as if in play…With his enormous peg-like fingers it was a big deal to set the pieces in place with tweezers and wax. Susan L. crocheted an exquisite afghan for the chaise lounge upstairs. Dan’s mother’s quilting club made me a 100 pc quilt!

loved this house, the furnishings, the exterior, the made up stories Susan L and I used to dream up, and the landscaping! I proudly had the house on a rotating base right smack in the middle of every living room we had for 25 years. One day, out of the blue, Len asked me, “What do I do with that house after you die?” He likes to plan ahead! I ignored him but the seed was planted—-can it have another life?  

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