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Stupider than I used to be

16 Wednesday Nov 2022

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I wanted to write a post in my Alabama Dame blog – this one right here that I am in — but I ran into a problem. I couldn’t remember how the heck to do it.

Let’s set the context for this near failure. I’ve just returned from a cruise with Bill, the first one we’ve taken since my stroke in May. The cruise was the first “normal” activity I’ve had since my hospitalization and extensive treatment. Friends and family ask me how I am and I am pleased to say I am doing very well. I had wondered, in advance, whether my health would hold out. Would I have another stroke while I was cruising, with all the attending mess that would bring?

Fortunately, no. All went well. On shipboard I had nothing to do but relax. My mind was up to the challenge of round the clock relaxation.

But once I got home, I had a life to resume, one full of activities. Bill became my helper guy; I had so many questions for him about doing ordinary day to day tasks. Then today he went away, off to Alabama and Chicago for the Thanksgiving holiday. And I am on my own.

I spent hours cleaning and rearranging stuff in our small in-law suite in Em’s house, which consists of a bed area, a place for a tv and a couch, some bookshelves, and a bathroom. Keeping this place uncluttered is a big effort but it didn’t cause any mental strain.

Watching the tv is my other main activity. Tonight I watched the movie “Hair” and wanted to write about it. I didn’t anticipate any difficulty.

But WHOAH!! My mind rebelled.

And so here I am, writing, but not writing what I had intended.

Will I ever get it together again?!?!???

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FRUSTRATIONS

27 Monday Jun 2022

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Once upon a life, I had a time.

It was a pre-Interwebs time.

There was a hyperlinked system called “gopher” – it was the internet, text-only. No images except for line drawn images. I could get around on gopher and go to a ton of wonderful sites like altavista and Books A Million, where I could access information and evn (gulp!) buy books if I dared to put my credit card information into blank spaces that looked like forms to fill out in the world of pen and paper.

“Don’t give anybody your information, Rae!”, my friends told me, but the network nerds at the University of Delaware where I worked on the PLATO educational network said that Books A Million was safe. “Soon everybody will be buying things online” the guys who knew about this stuff said. I took a chance. I bought a book. It was delivered to my house. Nobody stole my credit card information. I thought the network guys might br right — people might actually start shopping this way. “No way!” my friends said.

I found some kind of early educational networked system and got my kids free accounts on it. I can’t remembrr the name, but it had “home” in it somehwere. Not PLATO Home Network, that was somerhing I helped the University launch for microomputer users– connectivity to the UD PLATO system for home computer users usinfg emulation software to make your IBM work like a PLATO terminal – no touch panel of course.

It was a blast, those early days, end of rhe 70s and all through the 80ss. Excitement.

I toook an obscure THomas Merton poem and createed a poetry-generating program that put in verbs where verbs should be, nouns for nouns, etc. etc. I loved sitting and pressing keys ro generate one poem after another, with rhyme and meter, and meaning.

The early days were the Wild Wild west. ENdless creativity to explore endless digital worlds. Nobody knew you were a girl if you had a name like “Rae” so you could argue endlessly about every topic under the sun. Fun fun fun and no daddy took the T-bird away.

Fast forward to 2022. I am sttring in the Day Room of the Middlerown ENeompass Healrh rehabilitation Hospital aftrr suffering two strokes that involved brain bleeds and all sorstt of awful things tha happen to 70something bodies that have not maximizedA healthy diet and exercise.

nd the fre wi-fi in this place is awful-  diseastrous! barely functional. And the brain in tthis 70something body is operating under a whole bunch of deficits. Disastrous! BaRELY FUNCTIONAL. aND YET …. i AM FULL OF Gratitude for my life and I am eagr to begin again. Begin what? WHatever come next. The rest of my life. I need to be communicating and communicating is dificult. MY kyboarding skills are like a child’s who is just learning the language.

So I am frustrated. But game . The lights just went out in thr Day Room . No clue why. I guess I’LL Wander back to my room. I’m watching BET Awards. Feeling solidarity with the black community which has operated with cultural deficits for decades due to a very real and pervasive racist preference for people like me. I am starting to enjoy “wokeness” for its insistence on justice. We live in a time of grave Change and profound misunderstanding  between people. We all opine when we should be listening and respecting.

I don’t want to signal virtue. I want to be virtuous. i want to respect every individual I encounter. I want to know virtue, to br virtue. I want to see virtue. Positivity is a virtue IMO.

The recipients of thre BET AWARDS ARE inspiring me witrh their acceptance speeches. They are speaking at length about the substance of personal achievement. Achivement is beautiful, in children and in adults.

Okay, trying to post a poem a day:

First Love (for Bill)
She hears his name
And the rim of the world recedes
The hallways curve with light
Her hair falls all to curls
And she has to pee.

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RECOVERING FROM TWO STROKES

17 Friday Jun 2022

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Rae poem
MY LAST POST INCLUDED THE GOAL OF WRITIMG A POEM A DAY. THEN THE BOOM LOWERED, POW KAPOW TICK TICK … BOOM,,,,,I HAD A STROKE! THEN, STILL IN HOSPITAL, I HAD A SECOND!! THE BRAIN WHICH I HAVE TAKEN FOR GRANTED FOLDED ON ME. MY LEFT ARM AND LEG STOPPED WORKING.
SO THE POEM A DAY GOAL IMPLODED, ALONG WITH ALL SEMBLANCE OF NORMAL LIFE, BUT YESTERDAY MY POETIC POWERS, SUCH AS THEY ARE, RETURNED, HERE IS YESTERDAY’S POEM, I AM PLEASED, MY HUSBAND BILL SAYS I AM A TALENTED POETESS, I AGREE. ONCE I WAS TOO SHY TO SHOW HIM MY WORK IN ANY WRITING CATEGORY, BUT I AM A WRITER, I GOT MY FIRST EVER SHORT STORY SUBMISSION ACCEPTED BY A LITERARY JOURNAL ANDREW GREELEY WAS INVOLVED WITH– THE CRITIC. THEY PAID ME $400. I DIDNT REALIZE AT THE TIME THAT MOST WRITERS PILE UP REJECTIONS OR GET PAID PEANUTS; i DIDN’T PURSUE MY WRITING CAREER. SO MY SISTER MARGUERITE AND I WILL NEVERREALIZE OUR FANTASY OF HAVING THAT APARTMENT IN NYC, WITH A WHITE CAT, MARY AND RHODA-TWO SINGLE GALS LIVING THE URBAN LIFE.
                RAE POEM
It sucks to be in hospital
Where life has ceased to move.
Gunmetal taste my joy replaced
And long since vanished is my groove
A top concern these social times
Is agency, we hear.
A woman’s agency is gold
It’s absence
Cause for tears
But how can agency survive
The treach’ry of a brain
That snaps and drips and leaks and just
Refuses to maintain.
I’ve always had a monstrous pride
In raw intelligence
Cuz plenty of it have I had-:
D’Orazio Inheritance..
But now I have no life at all
Or so it seems to me,
And peevish irritation marks
This Princess and her pea
But I can dream
Another Rae
Impervious to this
Temptation to the endless scream
Of pity for myself
For slivers of the snow queen’s glass
Embed my troubled eyes
And Splinters of the Cross of Christ
Are slaps upon the face
No matter how prepared we seem
And willing to embrace.
I cannot find a fitting rhyyme
To END this bit of bluster
I bid you all a fond farewell,
Reserves of strength to muster.

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Death is on my mind

27 Friday May 2022

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Dominic Peter Nunziato D’Orazio, Jr.

Last week I attended my Uncle Dominic’s funeral. It was an all-day affair: Mass of Christian Burial, gravesite rite, party with good Italian food and open bar at Portabello’s Restaurant in Kennett Square.

I did the second reading at his Mass. This took place in St. Patrick’s in Kennett, the very church where Uncle Dominic had stood up for me as godfather at my baptism 72 years earlier. He left instructions as to hymns to be used, and he also left instructions that “If I have ever hurt anyone, I ask for their forgiveness.” He was a class act. I drank a martini with three olives in his honor — martinis were his drink, and many of his mourners celebrated his life with this drink, in any number of variations. My.. nephew Ernie tended bar for the funeral party. I caught up with cousins and family members from the Italian side of my family — my father’s side, as Dominic was his youngest brother — and afterwards Marguerite, Sue and I stopped by at Cousin Maria’s to see her beautiful downsized new place, right next door to the house on Cypress where she lived with Uncle Luigi and Aunt Antoinette when they all came from Italy in 1956,  when I was six years old.

Around the same time as Uncle Dominic’s death, Bill’s sister Gerry and my friend and fellow Pious Lady Diane Naylor both were hospitalized and then released not back to their homes but to a rehabilitation facility. Both close friends hope to eventually return home, but health concerns make it far from a slam dunk for either. Elizabeth Martelli, another close friend, had back surgery and was sent home where she is recuperating beautifully. Marguerite, Elizabeth and I spent three days at her beach house in Wildwood Crest. The surprising and unpleasant experiences of aging and getting closer to natural death were a frequent topic of conversation. We all suspect that this stage of life astonishes each generation in turn as they enter it. None of us thinks much about aging when we are young, and by the time it happens we tend to view it with great surprise, as if somebody was playing a trick on us.

So I have death on my mind. It is always on my mind these days, although I also am living a vital life with a multiplicity of engrossing activities, creative and interpersonal.

Okay, Boomer.

A couple of years ago I started putting together a funeral reception music mix. I misplaced it in my tangle of digital detritus. So I think I’ll start another, and store it here in my blog.

My original thought was to have a boombox available at the gravesite, and begin the mix tape after the Catholic rite is over.  As folks were moving past my coffin and back to their cars, I wanted to have Queen’s song “Fat-Bottomed Girls” blasting out. It seems a fitting valediction to my life.

Let’s start the mix. In no order following the lead-off by Queen, these are the songs I’d like to be played at my funeral party. I think I’d like to leave money for a nice party with an open bar like Uncle Dominic did, also.

Funeral Mix:
Queen. Fat-Bottomed Girls
Carly Simon. Two Little Sisters
Puccini. Musetta’s Waltz, La Bohème
Bob Dylan. Tweeter and the Monkeyman
Johnny Mathis. Wonderful, Wonderful
Bonnie Tyler. Holding Out for a Hero
Zoe Mulford. My Aunt Maxine

Okay, that’s a start. There are plenty more. I’ll take it up later.

 

 

 

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Four Rosalyns

05 Tuesday Apr 2022

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I’m still trying to understand layer masks in Gimp. I still don’t get it, But I’m having fun trying,

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Colors all around me

31 Thursday Mar 2022

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I have of late and wherefore I know not become enchanted by color and image. I find this odd and revelatory (to me) because I have always been a language person above all. Last night I had fun ordering Park Lane jewelry from a friend who is also a dynamite saleswoman. I realized afterwards that the three pieces I bought mirror the colors of one of my favorite works of art by my mentor in the Pauline family, Sister Margaret Charles Kerry. Trying to get life to imitate art? Heh.

“Gratitude”. Sr. Margaret Charles Kerry, fsp.
“Fable”
“Fairydust”
“Juanita”

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Alabama dame indeed

29 Tuesday Mar 2022

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Some kinda bird @ the Montgomery zoo

Ch-ch-ch–changes! We sold our Delaware house, got COVID, recovered, took our winter road trip to Alabama 🏡 in March (almost spring). We are settling here nicely, we will be headed back to Maryland for an extended visit with kids in May. But meanwhile we’re getting cars tagged in AL, new Alabama license plates, change of address on all our credit cards. I miss having no sales tax in Delaware! All my online shopping now incurs sales tax which is just… NO! Ah, bite the bullet.

i set up my Alabama home office and art studio in one of the two extra bedrooms. Seeing Gabe and her kids all the time, doing video chats with the northern grandkids.

Sweet home Alabama. Somehow, this being now the only property we own, it feels like home.

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so what’s the deal with the Holy Spirit?

19 Monday Jul 2021

The Holy Spirit seems like the most mysterious of the Persons of the Triune God. When I find a hit as to what This Person’s function it, I’ll put it here.

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Via crucis, an illustrated poem

15 Friday Jan 2021

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‘The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance’- Aristotle

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Atticus spy tool and weapon

12 Saturday Dec 2020

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