03 January 2009
Start the new year off right - hire a nude housekeeper
Mike and I want to find a new housekeeper for 2009 - this place is too big and I'm just too busy and he's had a housekeeper ever since he was a freshman in college. So he was pouring through Craigslist/Nashville/Services yesterday and found the gem below:
NUDE HOUSE KEEPER XXX (NASHVILLE TN.)
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Date: 2009-01-01, 7:24PM CST
you need any deep cleaning done hit me up.I'll be looking forward to hearing from you and if you don't want me to clean nude that all right . $75.00 For TWO HOURS THEN AFTER THAT IT WILL BE $10.00 an hour.
Location: NASHVILLE TN.
it's ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
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I've anonymized this posting and unfortunately we won't be following up with this future captain of housekeeping industry but I love their entrepreneurial oomph and it's one more reason why I LOVE this town!
Good luck to y'all with your new 2009 endeavors!
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01 January 2009
Late for 08 but 09 will be FINE!
I'll post my election final report and also the final report from the Nashville LWV but more importantly here's the poem I wrote in honor of that GREAT DAY!
The Day Before
I found it on the ground a little worn
and not quite round
it looked like a piece of soap
it couldn’t make a single sound
but then I recognized it and picked it up and handling it
I thought that maybe rubbing it
would make it warm and animate
but this was November third 2008
the miracle had not happened yet
so this cleansing bit of hope
was still a curled up fiddlehead
still furled gestating like an egg
waiting for the fourth to burst forth
like apples and oranges in
Carmen Miranda’s headdress
like sun’s truth and moon’s tenderness
their light combined to slice apart
the darkened tent in which we’ve huddled
wrapped in words like “no” and “never “
our eyes rolled back in fear fever.
That fourth day came I walked into a park
and tossed that egg,
a shriven old man’s ear,
cracked open in the air
weeping seeds inches deep
and made me smile a hopeful smile.
Now we see things as they are.
We’re awake and walking upright
and the only time we won’t see the sun or the moon
is when we choose to blink and when we choose to sleep.
Enough of that - that's old news: Hey 2008! Don't the let the door hit cha' where the dog shoulda' lunched!
2009 - so fine, sublime, the ringing chime of a new order - of intelligence and hope and energy and diligence and all things authentic!
I love the synapse of endings and beginnings - in these tidal thresholds I realize (again and again) how of a piece are great joy and sadness. This year's end has been tough on some friends and I mourn with them the people and days who have passed or merely aged. Yet I cannot help but be excited for the future: the big future for us all and my own personal future in this new place in the grande moyenne which has welcomed and embraced me and Michael like a deliciously eccentric and long unknown relative - smelling of lavender and really good bourbon, her Ascot hat feathers tickling my nose as she presents me 'round to all the most interesting people and places in this place full of people and places who are wildly, weirdly different from anywhere I've ever been.
Normally I'm full of resolutions for a new year's initiation - this year, oddly not. I'm not avoiding it either - I just am not moved to create my usual (and more than annual since there are several new years: Chinese, my birthday, Easter, Rosh Hashanah, Buddhist) page of things I want/need/should do over the next 12 months. This year which feels so full and promising already just wants a simple thing from me and finally, after 50 years, I feel finally ready to give it - which is to just be open, receptive and yet porous so that what comes passes through me, like any other gate. Or as any good dog would tell you - more sniffing and less scratching.
We're all gonna SHINE in 2009!