Morrison- Wine, Women and Song

Silver Tongued. Alcoholic. Poet. Sex Symbol. Prankster. Womanizer.
All the above can describe James Douglas Morrison. I think of him today after viewing the final 24: Morrison


I have just about every book about his life. Including the perhaps most questioned Strange Days.
Penned by Patricia Kenneally Morrison. Personally, I believe her story.She is the only woman he married. True it wasn't at city hall, but was performed by Her high priestess and high priest.
Patricia was and still is a practicing witch. They were married on Beltane eve. Morrison had a pattern of giving completely of himself in his relationship. When he was with you, You were all important.

I have read Linda Ashcroft's Wild Child. Utter Rubbish! Angels dance and Angels die. The ballad of Jim and His long time consort, Pamela Courson. I say Consort because it so on again and off again. I feel that his relationship was quite toxic. He abused her, and she him. But they were too entwined to recognize the abuse.She was a admitted heroin addict.There are more than one source that say she might have very well given Morrison a shot that ended his life. She herself died of a overdose 3 years after his death.
Break On Through , Life ,death and Legend, No One GetsOut Of Alive are also excellent books I own.

I ponder on Morrison after listening to a battered old 1986 cassette copy of Riders Of The Storm.
Remembering when I 1st heard that voice. I was about 2 in the kitchen with my mother. I was clinging to her leg and remember her picking me up and spinning me around dancing with me to it. I remember laughing and enjoying it. Not knowing itd be the first time that hooked me. Mom played records of the Doors music. Actual vinyl. How cool is that? I did a report in jr high about him. Having to pick a famous dead person. I think on him, knowing that on july 3rd
this year he'll have been gone for 38 years. Tragic yes, but perhaps for the best. Sometimes
talents can drive you over the edge. But no one will ever know what he might have been.
He would have been 66 years old this December 8th.

They Must Be Laughing In Heaven

Thank you for being a friend. Travel down the road and back again.You're all I want, you're a pal and a confidante...

I learned yesterday but did not get a chance to blog about it till today, that one of my favorite
ladies of comedy has passed away.

Bea Arthur was 86 and suffering from cancer. She starred in the hit shows, Maude and The Golden girls. I grew up watching reruns of Maude. I was still a little young thing when Golden Girls debuted, I and my mom (and my dad, who never had a say in the matter with both my mom and I wanting to watch it) watched it from premiere to end,and the spin off Golden Palace. This lady was a hoot! I remember watching her as the roman unemployment office worker in History of the world part one. "Did you kill anyone today?" Bea's character. The out of work gladiator. " No". " Did you try to kill any one today?" "Yes." Bea looks at the tiny sindial stapped to her wrist. "Time for my wine break." Pulls down the shade. "Wait wait! I-"
"Back in an hour toots."

She was one of the first female comeadians ro really make it big,making it possible for other ladies to make it. Here's to ya Bea! Leave them laughing so hard they cry up there!

A break from job-less-ness.

Today mu husband has told me that finally, finally work will begin again. Starting tomorrow.
Thank the ones above. Hes been going nuts just sitting around. And the air conditioning at the house will be fixed so we can live there again. Whew.

At least right now, I can relax.

Thoughts on Vermont

With the job market being as it is, My husband and his 2 of his best friends who been co workers for a long time, are having a horrid time finding work. Permanent work. 5 days a week. Not one day...maybe. The Jubster, (Great person,and ladies hes single...hint,hint.) Looked up on line firearms manufacturers. My husband and Him and the other best buddy all have firearms as their
trade. Its what they know how to do, and do it well and also love it.

One such place is in Vermont.

Hmmm. Ok breathe, breathe. I have never lived anywhere but where I am right now. On my maternal side We had branches come in from Ireland and Scotland in 1781, on my paternal side, The maternal half of my father's line, His mother and grandmother are of the cherrokee nation, whose ancestress were was forced to move from here to the reservations in Oklahoma on the trail of tears.
Great Grandmother moved back here in the 30's as a very young girl with her mother. The paternal half's family settled from Scotland in 1791. So this place is very rooted in my blood, my bones. My mother is buried here. Her mother is buried here. You get the idea. It wasn't very logical, but I sobbed a little while my husband held me, because moving would mean leaving my mother behind. I know its crazy, shes not living any more, I'm not really leaving her. Shes always with me. But thats how it felt. My husband is understanding. Very understanding.
I trust him to not to make horrible descions for our family. And did I mention, Most of his family, mom,Dad,sisters and brother live up there too? On a farm no less. I spoke with my mom in law(though its just mom really to me) about VT. I Said, I need a mom's reassurance right now, what is the place like? And got quite a bit of interesting info.

Now nothing has been decided at all. Its just a pondering. But I had to get it out of my head.

Private Demons

Are they in YOU? Yesterday I went to one of my favorite used book shops, been going there for,oh..... 17 years. Its a great place, I've picked up many beloved tomes there. The newest is Private Demons, The life of Shirley Jackson. That wonderful woman who gave us The Haunting Of
Hill House. The door through the wall. We've always lived in the castle. And many others.

I was first introduced to this delightful scary world of her's, On a rainy afternoon in October. A Sunday. I was 9. My mommy and I watched the original black and white The Haunting .
The movie adaption of the haunting of hill house. Oh my! I was hooked. I went out and found a copy at the library and read in one day. Which at 9 was a fast pace for me. Now I can often read up to 3 books in a day. Private demons looks at the author herself. Pondering how she drew on those inner forces every writer has to create her wonderful and macabre worlds. I'm not finished with it yet, but its a yummy read.

Oh god...They made a movie about these people??

In my earlier 20's I was seamstress to a Amptgard group. Kinda like http://www.sca.org/ But far more less mature, far less together.Best left alone altogether if you want my opinion.(The SCA rocks in comparison.Check to see if you have a local chapter.) In high school I was seamstress to a Calar group. Calar's a step below Amptgard. My horrid ex who use to be emotionally and physically abusive got me into it, Then let it become far more important than his real life and job.

Now I've grown up attending many of the Scottish Highland games' events since the age of 2. I'm a proud member of clans Mckay and Gunn and also claim and wear Macduff clan tartans through my beloved husband. I did the turning of the sash at my wedding,having my husband adopt me into his clan by removing my mckay sash and replace it with a macduff sash. I love celebrating my heiritage. Men in kilts, more specifically, My husband in his kilt, whats not to love? I wear a ankle hostess kilt and black bodice embroierded with red rampant lions and white chemise to these events. I order all my tartan wear direct from Locharron's tartan weavers Selkirk, Scotland.
These gatherings are a celebration of scottish clan and spirit...Not dungeons and Dragons played live on a feild somwhere. I haven't played D&D since my freshman year of highschool. (Now please don't think I'm bashing role players, I loved roleplaying and still think its great.)

But the war gaming club Darkon- http://www.darkon.org/

Seems to me more than a little silly. And to top it off, They made a MOVIE!
You can watch it at snag films - http://www.snagfilms.com/films/title/darkon/

Decide for yourself.

Doors,Sinks And Cabinets

Today I went with the mother of a dear family friend for a day of price shopping on everything to do with the home. The house I own was built in 1948 and everything in it is from 1948. My beloved and I are moving back into it soon, about 3 weeks. And once back in,We'll be redoing the bathroom and kitchen. Mostly with the aid of a gifted handy man who also is a dear friend. All we have to is buy the materials and assist him,then watch the progress begin.

So anyway....

I and Ann get in her car and drive out to the old city. We stop at the crown and goose for Shepard's pie and queen's own pudding. Damn delicious! Nothing satisfies my tummy more than old english pub fair, cause its the same hearty food most Irish and Scottish (in my family's case we're both) enjoy everyday as well as 200 years ago.

Then onto the glorious rooms of the Rail Salvage Company. Don't let the name fool you: Top name brand's but at a 1/3 of the cost in most cases. Kohler,Pella,Delta,Medwin you name they have it or can get it.

With a trusty note pad and pen. I spend not 1 but 4 hours there, in the 1st building alone,with Ann writing down starting prices of sinks,counter tops,tile,cabinets... you get the idea.

If you spend 1,000 on cabinet's you get a 10% gift card on anything in the company storeroom's.

Wonderful!

The husband will take a look at all this once hes off from work tonight. I can't wait till we can start transforming the house I bought when I was 21 six years ago. We won't be staying in it for more than a year at the most but will sell it to buy 'our' first house together. With the money from the sell of mine as a nice down payment. But first it must look better. Thank the gods of building and remodling for the rail salvage company!

Tennis Balls can be fun.

Yesterday on Easter Sunday, after a breakfast of strawberries,pound cake,and bites of chocolate bunny-my beloved husband and I drove into oak ridge for a day of shooting at the out door range with a good friend. I first was started out with a .22 rifle of my beloved's. And after getting used to slightly off sights,Was making tennis balls,clay pigeons, golf balls and milk jugs dance across the ground. Then finally, finally got a chance to shoot my valentine's day present a glock 19. (His and Her glocks of course,very romantic in my opinion.)
First shot right on target.
I could feel a bit of pride emanating from my husband as he stood beside me watching. This marks only about the 5th time I've ever gone shooting. But due credit should be given to my teacher: My darling husband.

After this grand outing, We went back into the ridge, He and the friend playing x box and the friend's mom and I attempting to watch P.S. I love you. The disc froze half way through. So then me and beloved and friend went to books a million.

Where I read Child Bride by Suzzanne Finstad and Drank a vanilla frozen creme.
Nummies!

A perfect day.