Friday, March 26, 2010

Ron Turcotte still dreams
Of thundering Red hoof songs
Forever in sync

Monday, March 22, 2010

The Wrath of a Child

I was in the grocery selecting vegetables for the chicken stew when I looked up to find a young woman glaring at me across the onions. I took an involuntary step back as my brain registered a level of hostility that made the alarm bells ring in my head. I summoned up a minimal smile and a nod and moved on to the carrots.
" Ms. Fishy"
I turned. The angry young woman was now standing next to me and she was not just angry but big. I don't mean fat. I mean six feet tall, big boned, muscular and aggressive. Her shoulders were loose but slightly hunched, weight forward on the balls of her feet, hands up but not fisted. More alarm bells were in my head but honestly was some strange young woman going to assault me in the vegetables?

I looked at her face and thought, do I know this person? She is too young to have been one of Mermaid's classmates. I didn't know if she was one of the neighborhood youngsters who came calling every Halloween, or one of the children from the art classes I volunteered for, or a child I mentored doing theatre sets. I just did not know this young woman. She looked to be in her late teens, long blond hair, old but clean and neat clothes, no visible tattoos or piercings and those angry blue eyes.

" You don't know who I am do you?"

I looked into her face and knew she spoke the truth .

" I'm sorry. I have met so many fine young people over the years, why not reintroduce me?"

" I still have them you know."

With this statement came a change from the look of hostility to the look of the wounded.
Who is this person and what could she possibly have that had anything to do with me?
And yet she clearly recognized me. Equally clearly she had some sort of unresolved issue with me which was very damn awkward given the fact I hadn't a clue to her identity.

" Have what?"

" I still have all the coloring pages you made for me. I've even traced over some of them again and again. But I still have all the originals. The ones where you said you loved me."

Quite the stunner.
I made coloring book pages and wrote love to a child I didn't recognize?
I enjoy children and through the years in various activities, with both individuals and groups, I have done line drawings for them to color and have signed the bottom of the pages with a heart2U. It was unlikely I had generated such a strong emotional response in a group situation so this must have been from individual interactions, but where and when?

I studied her face once again and thought I caught a fragment of a memory of a child perched on my drafting stool, being the "artist" on the big drafting table at an office, not in my home studio. Very few little girls other than Mermaid had done this. The others were accounted for so this must be ...

" OMG, what a surprise to see you after all these years! You kept those drawings? How dear of you. Have you moved back here? How are your folks and what are you doing these days?"

The questions tumbled forth from me in a rush before I realized the hostility had returned.
There were no responding smiles or nods. Just a fierce look and rigid body language.
" Jayne? Why are you angry with me? You clearly have something which needs saying. Lets get out of these vegetables and I will get us a pastry and a coke over in the bakery and we'll take some time to get squared away".
Still unspeaking, Jayne followed me to the bakery where she selected a bagel and coffee and then we went to the outside tables for our catching up .

During this transition I was acting in the present but thinking of the past.

When we first moved up here I decided I would not open my own business again. It takes a lot of time and energy to run a business and I wanted to be available to Mermaid during her middle and high school years. But I did accept a position with another business to manage their storefront and be the in-store " consulting" designer for walk in traffic. I did a 30 hour work week with weekends off and I got out the door most days in time to pick up Mermaid from school.

The Carolinas were once the textile capitol of the USA so was big business in these parts. The business I joined had a huge textile store with more than 3000 bolts of in-stock "designer" textiles. People came from surrounding states to shop in this place for good reason. The textiles were top of the line, first quality, being retailed for below wholesale prices. Tons of textiles were sold for reupholstering and other home projects. They did offer some work room services for simple window treatments. When I joined this business they had one in-house seamstress, and 3 outsourced seamstresses of at home moms. One seamstress was a preachers wife, one was a bankers wife. Both of these women were lovely, educated, family focused women who were awesome seamstresses. The third outsourced seamstress was Jayne's mother, Suze.

Suze was different. A big, trash talking, rough biker chick with attitude and a big chip. She'd grown up in a mill town in a mill "village", left high school before graduating and went to work in a mill. Suze was rough, uneducated and very, very smart. She had worked her way up in the mills to being a seamstress back in the days when some of the mills offered fabrications as well as bolt goods. The mill Suze came up in did all the high end bedding ensembles and complicated window treatments for Neiman's and Horchow. Her skills were impeccable. She had the mind of an engineer and when life was good for her, she was amazingly fast and unfailingly accurate. When life was bad for her, she was a high risk gamble. I might send $3, 000 of bolt textiles out the door with her expecting it to be transformed into the ordered custom goods. That might happen in a timely fashion, and it also might not.

When Suze would come by the store to pick up an assignment we would review the textiles selected, review the design drawings, review the time lines and the compensation rate. More often than not she had Jayne with her, usually in peanut butter clad clothing. This was worrisome but never once did Suze ever return a project that was damaged in any way, smelled of her Kitchen or her smoking habit. Never. Suze had a strict divide between her personal and professional personnas.

So often while Suze and I were conferencing over a project Jayne would be at my drawing table happily coloring the drawings I made for her. Since I always knew when they were coming I sometimes made drawings for her in advance and made photocopies of them so she would have extras to take home. She loved when I would give both she and her mother project drawings in two separate file folders. Sometimes Jayne would "make" her mother stop by the store so she could proudly bring me her finished projects. Many of them became the artwork on the tack wall in my office.

About half way thru first grade, the teacher told Suze to put Jayne on Ritalin. She stopped by to talk to me about this. I was shocked. What teacher tells a parent to put their kid on drugs? Maybe have a conference suggesting a medical evaluation but as far as I know, teachers aren't in the business of prescriptions. I asked Suze what were the issues leading up to this suggestion?
Seems the teacher said Jayne wasn't focused. In the mornings she was droopy and after lunch she was not able to sit still and be non disruptive. I told Suze I thought it would be a good idea to take Jayne to the doc and have her checked out. Word came back from the doctor saying testing would be necessary. The testing was not covered by insurance. So Suze kept sending Jayne to school and eventually she got called into the principals office and was told Jayne would be suspended from the school district until she was medicated. I remember being shocked by this and again told Suze I certainly thought she needed to get some help from her doc.

Time passed.
I didn't see Suze for a while until one day I got a panic call asking me to come to the hospital. Jayne was there lying comatose in a bed hooked up to IV's and machines of every description. The story was a sad one. No money for testing etc so they decided to try Jayne on one of the ADD or ADHD meds. To which Jayne was allergic. It had caused inflamation of the brain which had caused swelling which had caused crazed behavior followed by convulsions and coma. Tragic. Suze was stricken with massive guilt and grief. I met Jayne's dad, an old hippy biker type with long gray hair and uncontrolled tears for his baby girl. I felt ill to my core, offered what comfort I could and asked what did they need? Stay with Jayne while her parents met with the social workers, etc. So stay I did.

While I was sitting with Jayne the neurologist came in.
I didn't know he was a neurologist but I knew him as a man I often passed in my evening walks thru the neighborhood. Once all the relationship stuff was sorted thru he read some printouts from the machines and took his leave. Later that evening I saw him again in our neighborhood. He stopped me to ask if I had any information on Jayne which could help him treat her. I shared my shock at drugs being administered to a 6 year old because of insistence by the school system and without testing. I told him I doubted Jayne had ADD or ADHD either one because I had first hand knowledge of her ability to sit quietly and color without difficulty. Her ability to behave properly in a public environment and that conversationally she had no trouble staying on track. He then asked if I knew anything about her family life. Not really I had replied. I knew them via work, not socially but I was fairly certain they kept an erratic lifestyle. I told him I thought Jayne's problems could in part be dietary, that she seemed to mostly live on junk food and peanut butter, that I thought she stayed up late at night with her parents and those things could account for the droopy mornings and the after lunch energy boost at school. He asked more questions about Suze and I told him what a knew; smart and capable seamstress, unpredictable chaotic personal life.

Ultimately Jayne recovered.
Jayne does not have ADD or ADHD.
What she had was modeled behavior.
Suze was diagnosed with adult ADD, ADHD and bi-polar disorder.
Medications for those illnesses cannot be taken in conjunction with booze, which Suze was disinclined to forgo . So her behavior worsened. We no longer used Suze as a seamstress so I did not see Jayne much after her hospitalization. Eventually I took down Jayne's artwork in my office. The colored drawings with the heart2U messages at the bottom. Ouch.

Sitting outside the grocery Jayne told me social services eventually took her away from Suze, placing her in foster care. Before that happened, when things got really tough for that child she would ask Suze to bring her to me. Apparently that didn't sit to well with her mother who in terrible moments told her child I did not care about her, did not love her, never had and never would. When Jayne went to foster care she took her folders of drawings with her and when she needed quiet comforting she would trace the drawings and color them over and over. In one of her foster homes she was punished for writing heart2U graffiti on the walls in permanent marker. When she told me she would lay in a bed at night and beg God to find me for her ?
I cried.
Somehow in her child's soul she believed I would save her, take her home with me, make wonderful drawings and love her forever. I never did. Sometime around puberty she quit
"believing" and started being angry with me for being a no show.

I did explain that I had called her mom repeatedly to no avail. That I had in fact driven to their home only to discover they had moved. That I had not known of her location with Suze or the fosters and that I was touched to hear the folder of drawings had brought her some comfort for a while. As we were wrapping up our visit I wrote my phone number on a napkin and then I drew a heart2U on the bottom.

I did not go back for the vegetables.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Sanity Lost

This weekend Blowfish was occupied elsewhere s0 I had the Pond house to myself. I did try doing some of the early Spring outdoor chores but the wind drove me indoors. I'm a bit behind on my house beautifying for Spring activities so I decided to capture this weekend with getting the house in order, getting the Easter decorations out and placed, getting all the laundry done and getting the heavier of the Winter clothing rotated out of the main closets.

Most of this got accomplished but Sunday afternoon around 1pm I got diverted. The Pond land line phone rang. These days most everyone calls cell phones. The majority of the calls to the land line are things like appointment reminders, politicians or those struggling to collect funds for their favored not for profit organization. But it was Sunday afternoon, I had been upstairs while the cell had been downstairs so I answered the old phone upstairs ( no caller ID).

" Hello"
" Is this Mrs. Fishery?"
" No, Mrs. Fishy"
" Is your location blah blah address"?
" I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name"?
" Can you verify your social?"

I hung up and went downstairs to check the caller ID
" Anonymous"
Well, okay this was disruptive and a tad annoying but fleeting.
I got some lemonade and started back upstairs when the land line rang again.
Caller ID said, "Anonymous".
I did not answer the call and went on upstairs.
The phone continued to ring after a brief pause. I thought this weird because it is set to go to voice mail after 6 rings.The phone kept ringing . Foolishly I again answered the upstairs phone
without the caller ID.

" Hello".
"Our records show you are indeed Mrs. Fishery at blah, blah address"
" Your records are incorrect and do not call this number again."
Not 5 seconds after disconnecting the phone began to ring again.
I did not answer.
The phone rang continuously.
I went downstairs, looked up the non emergency number for our "bundled" provider. Which, I called on my cell phone. Eventually I spoke to a humanoid, explained the issue and asked how to put a stop to this. They asked if I had tried to activate the call block feature on my phone? Sure, didn't work. They traced the call to some center on the other side of the Earth and blocked all calls from that number to my landline. So while I did not enjoy their infomercials, their music selections or the difficulty in getting to their humanoid, I was VERY grateful my landline had stopped ringing and I could return to uninterrupted nest feathering.

By the time I got to the top of the stairs the phone was ringing.
Really annoyed, I answered the phone.
" Hello!"
" Mrs. Fishery, we have lots of numbers, you cannot block them all".
What the HELL! Some creep on another continent was phone stalking me?
" Please stop calling here. I am not Mrs. Fishery, I am not at blah blah address and I do not wish to hear from you again."
" Mrs. Fishery, can you verify your social number now?"
I put the handset down and again called the phone service on my cell, explained the issue and asked how this could be stopped. Seems they are in the process of "upgrading" their technology and during that process 'certain' systems can by-pass their system during the transition phase.
" How do I stop this stalker from calling me during your transition?"
" You can disconnect your land line".
" For how long?"
" Our transition will take a few months, but we can ask IT if there is a solution before then."
" Really, if I do that do you credit my account for loss of service?"
"NO, we are providing the services. It would be you deciding to take a hiatus from services, not us taking a hiatus from providing services."
"What! I would be electing to take a hiatus from a phone stalker while your services and protections are being breached."
" Would you like for me to report this circumstance to a manager?"
"You mean you haven't already done so?"
" It's a weekend. I sent an e-mail. Some one in IT will take care of this on straight time"
" My time , my weekend time, is seriously being interfered with by a certain by-passing system stalker but I guess that does not warrant attention outside of straight time?"
" Will there be anything else?"
" No, thank you".
So I went back inside where the landline was continuously ringing.
I went through my house turning off the ringers on every phone.
Around 7pm, when I checked, my phones again had a dial tone.

Then I went upstairs to watch Eagle Eye.
I guess every civilization has challenges.
I don't much worry about Indians or Pirates.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Stickin Pepperoni

Stickin' Pepperoni
3/4 cup finely chopped pepperoni
1 can pizza sauce
4 finely chopped shallots
1 can chopped olives
1/2 tsp dried oregano
1 1/4 cu shredded mozzarella cheese
1 3oz pkg cream cheese

1 pkg breadstick dough
2 tbs butter
minced fresh parsley

Heat pepperoni, olives, shallots, oregano and pizza sauce in pan until thoroughly heated,
stir in mozarella and cream cheese, heat throughly, reduce to simmer.

Bake breadsticks per pkg instructions, brush with butter and sprinkle with parsley.

Serve pepperoni dipping sauce and breadsticks with plenty of napkins.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Mermaid Shop

During the Fizzy trip I wandered into a beachy town .
While there I wandered into this "Mermaid" shop. I took a few pictures
before a pleasant young lady came to tell me they did not allow photographs
to be taken in their shop. I readily agreed to put my phone away but not before taking a quick pic of another shopper who looked all for the world like a real Mermaid, newly arrived from the waters.

I loved this sculpture, textures and mood were great.

Mermaid hooks, guess I never thought to
hang my hat on a Mermaid's tail!

Doesn't every Pond owner need Mermaid napkins for entertaining?

Or a painted board to hang on the Porch?

Just the thing for hanging up a wet suit.

The real thing come to shop?