Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Going gentle

I know, from Abs to Dylan Thomas, that's the way my brain works, this girl can't help it-
I spent a little time with a friend from my youth, we were quite close in those days of angst, fearlessness, growth and change. The years right after high school, early twenties, both of us having gone through break-ups with our first loves, and we really helped one another with humor and fun. I have such strong memories of that period of time, my new found freedom along with new responsibilities, mainly paying my rent, getting to class and work. On my own for the first time in life, completely in charge of myself and what choices I would make, which paths I could choose. Such a liberating time for a girl, after leaving her childhood home. I asked for no help, I just wanted my freedom, no strings, nothing to pull me back. I discovered Dylan Thomas at that time, gobbling up poetry and trying to create it within my own life. I always loved poems, even as a child, rhymes, haiku's and funny poetry. When I was in fourth grade I believed that poems had to be about pretty things or sad things, then.. I found Shel Silverstein (What!! Is!! This!!) how cool that was for me. My fifth grade teacher, Mark Relf also brought in his poetry notebook and let each student choose a poem that we liked from his original writings (he was my first teacher crush, he had a huge Afro and large black glasses, wore bell bottoms and polyester shirts with cool scenes all over) and we were to draw pictures to go with the page. I chose one titled "You're UGLY" at the time it blew my mind.. you could use poetry to insult people?? I loved it, from that point on, the poem had to have a point, an idea, a message, it's what I loved, and sometimes the more confusing the poem was, the more fun it was for me to figure out. I still enjoy poems that I can shape into memories or ideas of my own. But, I'm going off point, this poem by Dylan Thomas took on a different meaning last night, more than being about dying, I think it's more about losing your passion in life, or I like to think it is, especially because the author died at such a young age, if your passion in life dwindles or falls by the wayside, what is there? Sleepwalking, following directions, depression? Reach for the things that inspire and bring joy, that to me seems the key to keep from letting go of the fire, or the passion for anything.

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Dylan Thomas-

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

here comes the rain...

One month in our new house, so far it's been, A LOT of well...stuff. We lost a garage in this move, and you realize how much junk you have saved in that garage and, it is way more then fits comfortably in this house, it's stuff you think you want, but just don't want to see.. so we had two out buildings built for that sort of stuff. We had a little under an acre of ground covering pulled up and cleared out, which must have been home to like.. a million spiders, wonder where they are now?
The house itself was empty for a few months and I guess if the rats weren't already living inside the ceilings and crawl space they definitely took that time to move in and make it home. Anyway I'm not going into detail too much, but we had a company come in and clean and sanitize and deodorize and seal the house up from the inside out to prevent any further entry of the little creatures (or exit! ugh!) Anyhow to make a long story short both ceilings in the lower level of the house had to be torn down and cleaned out and replaced- house is now free of 15 dead rats and about 5 gallons of rat @$#*! Gross, but now gone- : ) R-E-L-I-E-F