Friday, March 28, 2003

oh my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...

One. More. Day. Antonio left this morning in the U-Haul and should have clear weather and roads for the long drive. I worry a bit about that Raton Pass (crossing from Colorado to New Mexico), but I think the storm has moved east, and the pass will certainly be clear and dry by the time I hit it tomorrow afternoon.

I finished my big job yesterday afternoon -- more or less on time (sent last chapter after biz hours, but I think I was close enough), and ready to get back to other pursuits. Like, now, packing up clothes and fabric and baby stuff... It's nice to have a day off after a week of hard work, though, even if I can't just loaf in front of the TV all day... not that I'd want to. Urrgghh. Dubya is apparently "frustrated" with the media because they're starting to question the battle plan and progress. This war, he insists, will last "however long it takes." Vietnam took, what, a decade or so? Of course, Johnson and Nixon and their respective crews were a bunch of tutu-wearing wusses compared to Dubya and his posse, who apparently have taken steps to ensure the true horror and bloodshed of this war doesn't sully our privileged living rooms the way Vietnam coverage did. Keep it clean, keep those cameras pointed up at the big pretty bombs bursting in air, keep those correspondents excited about all our techno-power and the inevitability of a sanitary victory.

Okay, no TV for me today -- just packing. Lazarus is currently taking a break from everything, even grabbing at the cat (this is getting humorous because Georgia is starting to shed with the warmer weather, and Laz looks puzzled when he ends up with a handful of cat hair and no cat):



Oh, I updated my page, finally -- got up some links to more cool mama weblogs (these women rock, they really do) and other important stuff. I have to admit that I hesitated when publishing the new template because these are some radical links, and I'm nervous about getting on some CIA/FBI/NSA Watch List or something since I so recklessly and disrespectfully question our government's antics. All the more reason to hit that "Publish" button, right?

Thursday, March 27, 2003

Almost time to go...

I've been searching for a reason
to either fight or fly
Either way, patriot or treason,
it's gonna be one long hard ride

-Melissa Etheridge

We've loaded up a 17-foot U-Haul with most of our possessions, and Antonio will drive it to Magdalena tonight or tomorrow morning. I'll take Lazarus and Georgia (the cat) Saturday in my car, along with my computer and sewing machine. And I'll be taking enough diapers, baby food, and cat food and litter to last us a good long while 'cuz I might not be coming back any time soon, or at all.


Are we at least taking the TV, mama? I don't wanna miss Sesame Street.

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Another rant (I have so much material these days...)

Well said, Beastie Boys: http://www.beastieboys.com/song_lyrics.html (thanks to May mama buddy cosmicmama for the link). A sample:

"They're layin' on the syrup thick
We ain't waffles we ain't havin' it"

Conjures up images of Dubya and Asscraft and Rummyface sitting around a table poised over platesful of flat beige citizens, ready to stab in with their forks. But while we get syrup, others get bombs: The US admits it bombed a residential area of Baghdad, but insists, ‘‘Any casualty that occurs, any death that occurs, is a direct result of Saddam Hussein's policies." Oh. I thought bombs killed people. Guess I'm too simple to understand Dubyalogic.

Meanwhile, here at "home" (but not for much longer, thank God), family dramas are sprouting up all around us like tulips in May. Who laid down all this fertilizer??? I'm just going to keep my head down and focus on my work (big job; on schedule for once) and my various other projects. Like making more patchwork fabric for the Arden Baby summer overalls line -- so far I just have two:

Monday, March 24, 2003

This, too, is someone's child

Baghdad, 19 Dec. 2002:



(from http://www.nationalphilistine.com/baghdad/index2.html)

I don't know what else to say, so I hope this fellow blogger doesn't mind me linking directly to his amazingly eloquent view of current events. A taste: "Watch a country being bombed into dust over your morning coffee and afternoon snacks.... Think nothing of what has taken place except another necessary step to protect our elitism. Feel better knowing that blood has been shed for no other reason that to flex a national muscle. Kill, cleanse, repeat."

What I'm doing right now: working (well, not), listening to Laz clank his bells and blocks together, and half-watching Sesame Street with him. Right now, kids are talking about their favorite toys -- a bunny, a dinosaur, a doll... Hey, kids, let's ask Dubya and his pals what their favorite toys are!

Dubya: My favorite toy is my brother's ballot box set because it makes lots of noise and I can take all the paper out of it and rip it into shreds!

Asscraft: Um, my favorite toy is, um, the Bill of Rights. I like tearing things up, too. It's fun to throw the itty bitty pieces up in the air and watch them fall.

OverTheRidge: I like playing with my dad's duct tape, but I like my posterboard best because it has lots of pretty colors on it and people get scared when I point to the red and orange sections.

Rummyface: I have so many toys I don't know which one is my favorite... well, maybe my G.I. Joe action figures, cuz they have big feet and can stomp all over those sissy dolls my dumb sister plays with. I also like my toy gun, except it won't shoot real bullets.


Dang it. No more TV for me today.

Friday, March 21, 2003

Springtime for Dubya in the oil fields

Lazarus was 10 months old yesterday; I took him to see his grampa Chuck at the hospital, who isn't feeling so well but was really, really happy to see his lil' buddy. Today is the first day of spring, and all that snow is indeed melting, slowly. And we leave for Magdalena in a week (just to visit... probably), which gives my heart a thrill every time I think about it.

I'm hanging on to this mundane stuff because the antics of Dubya and his gang are really getting me down today. I've tried in the past few days to be a good citizen and inform myself by watching the news, but I just can't stomach the live views of Baghdad getting bombed or the hostile, arrogant news conferences with Don Rummyface or John Asscraft or Tom Over-the-Ridge. These people have some frickin' nerve to talk about evil empires and rogues and reckless disregard for the people's will. Rumsfeld said, in a speech on 4 March to current and former members of Congress, that "reasonable people, given the same set of facts, tend to find their way to reasonably similar conclusions." Unless he's suggesting that he and the Dubya Gang aren't reasonable people, he has dismissed all the dissenting people and nations of the world as "unreasonable" and, therefore, not worth considering.

I do want to make one thing clear: I hate this war and feel betrayed by the hooligans staging it, but I support and pray for the US and other troops who got sent into the middle of this conflict. God be with them, and peace also.

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

Yes, it was a really really big snow

The big snow has moved on, and Denver is very quiet tonight. Unlike in many places, people here seemed genuinely thrilled to see all this snow -- not only does it help with the drought, but it's just so cool to get time off from work or school to play in it or just watch it keep piling up and bury everything in sight. Thirty inches of heavy wet snow did a pretty good job of burying my car:



We bundled Lazarus up and took him out onto the sidewalk that Antonio and Bob managed to keep clear all day and night, and he just stared. It's all white and fluffy, mama -- what the heck happened out here? And where's your car? Here he is on a frosty throne:



So, yeah, this turned out to be a Really Big Storm. By the time all that snow melts, I should be packed and ready to move down to Magdalena. And not a moment too soon, given this unpleasant but not unexpected turn of events.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Okay, so maybe this will be a big snow after all...

Here's my car, around 5:30 this afternoon:



It's been snowing since about 10:00 last night, heavy and wet and mostly sideways, from the northeast. This evening on the news I heard that this storm "is just getting started" and that Denver metro could get 35 to 50 inches of snow by Thursday morning.

I'll consider it a Really Big Storm when it buries my car altogether and obscures that California license place I never bothered to change over. I figure that'll happen sometime tomorrow morning -- wager, anyone? I'll say 5:15 a.m. Whoever guesses closest gets a spring weekend stay at the A&A B&B in lovely Magdalena, New Mexico.

It just occurred to me that the last Really Big Storm I lived through was ten years ago this month -- maybe even this week -- and that a few months later I packed up and moved to New Mexico. I love signs from above, or coincidences, or however you want to interpret such parallels. My interpretation: it's time to go.
In his letter to George W. on the eve of this insane war against Iraq, Michael Moore wrote:

"Of the 535 members of Congress, only ONE (Sen. Johnson of South Dakota) has an enlisted son or daughter in the armed forces! If you really want to stand up for America, please send your twin daughters over to Kuwait right now and let them don their chemical warfare suits. And let's see every member of Congress with a child of military age also sacrifice their kids for this war effort. What's that you say? You don't THINK so? Well, hey, guess what -- we don't think so either!"

Dubya said last night that the only sure thing about war is sacrifice. Who's sacrificing here? Not him, not his hawk flock.

Monday, March 17, 2003

First, the good stuff: Lazarus celebrating Mardi Gras in style--



Now the other stuff: some strange parallels cropped up today, and we're quite possibly in for a wild week. At least one tornado hit east of Denver this afternoon, around the same time George W. Bush told the nation and the world that Saddam had 48 hours to leave Iraq or face attack "at a time of our choosing." In the next 48 hours, Denver will probably get between one and four feet of snow, and Dubya will probably launch war against Iraq. I'm glad we just went food shopping and that I have plenty of projects to keep me busy while we're socked in, because I don't think I'll want to be watching the news much this week.

Let me close with some good words:

"One country can win a war but it takes more than one country to win peace." --French Foreign Minister Dominique de Villepin, 3/17/2003

Thursday, March 06, 2003

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


I knew deep in my heart, through these past few difficult months, that this was all happening for a good reason. To give up my beloved home, leave our friends, come to a place I don't know and live in a house that isn't home -- it was all so hard and yet I knew I had to do it. Like Kevin Costner's character in Field of Dreams -- I gotta do this even though I don't know why the hell I'm doing it.

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.


Now, much sooner than I expected, comes the payoff (there had to be a payoff, right?): Antonio and I visited Magdalena, New Mexico, last week, just to get away, and decided it was time to move there. To seal the deal, we bought a run-down old store in "downtown" Magdalena. Yes, we've officially gone off the deep end and are checking out of the rat race for good, moving to a dusty small town in the middle of nowhere. Lazarus has already charmed half the town so we had to promise to take him back soon... That house back in California that I've been missing so much these last months? It gave us either the windfall we needed to finally do what we want or enough rope to hang ourselves. Perhaps both. But we get to go back to New Mexico, finally, and we're finally doing what we've talked about for years and never had the courage OR the chance to do.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

--Robert Frost

We have a LOT of work to do on our little store (starting with a new roof, then plumbing, then heating...), but I'm more excited than I've been in a long time... I know because I'm watching those HGTV home renovation/decorating shows again and conjuring all sorts of mischief. We do have a "tenant" who owns all the stuff in the shop (mostly books, some antiques and artifacts, and some nice local arts); if he decides to stay, we'll probably split the store roughly 50-50 and add a coffeeshop/thrift store/crafts store. A few community-building ideas we have include kids' arts-and-crafts days once or twice a month, weekly story hours, and book clubs for older kids. Since we own it outright (doesn't take much of an outlay in Magdalena), we can take time to learn what the community wants and needs instead of worrying about making a big profit right away -- just enough to renovate, pay the utilities and taxes, and feed ourselves.

So you wanna see? Okay, first the front exterior, facing south on 1st St./Rt. 60 --



Here's the left side (from the front), facing west:



and here's the right side, facing east and telling a story of the building's construction (an older woman built it herself years ago; she started here on the east side, where you can see she hadn't yet mastered bricklaying, but by the time she got around the back and then to the front she had gotten the hang of it):



Here's a small front room display, and a view from a back room looking toward the front:



For this we sold our beautiful house???? Damn straight. I can't frickin' wait, and I can't believe how lucky we are.

Oh, and we'll be living in William's lovely little house on Spruce St., where the view from the kitchen window goes something like this:



Saturday, March 01, 2003

It's a quiet day in the neighborhood...