Saturday, April 30, 2011

Tornado damage near Small Town

Here are a couple of photos I took Friday afternoon on my way home from work of the damage from the April 28-29 tornado outbreak. The two locations pictured are directly across the road from each other. I realize it's hard for just a cell phone picture to capture the devastation in an area that 99% of E&P readers have never seen, but I'll try to put it in context for you.

In the first photo, the line of trees alongside the road was, until Wednesday night, thickly wooded, and an almost-solid wall of oak, sweet gum, tulip poplar, and pine trees. Some of the taller trees along here were 60-80 feet tall and 24" in diameter. (I know this stretch of road very well, having traveled it hundreds of times.) Now the trees look like a gigantic lawnmower with a very, very dull blade mowed them down.

Before the storm, the little house in the second photo was surrounded and shaded by the same varieties of trees that were once in the first photo. Now many of those trees from the first photo are lying scattered around the little house, 100 feet across the road. While this house doesn't look to have had major damage, I didn't get a good look at the rear part of the property. But I can say that close to the front of the house, only ONE of those green things that appear to be large shrubs is actually a shrub that had long grown in its yard. Everything else resembling a large bush is actually part of the trees from across the road that were blown up against this house. If the people living here were home when it struck, they must have been terrified.

Also amazing is that this location is about 150 feet from a Georgia State Patrol post AND the Small County Jail...and neither of those buildings saw anything more than a few tree branches and leaves blown into their yards. But half a football field away, the trees were tossed and jumbled like a box of toothpicks that's been dropped with the lid open. Tornadoes are strange like that.

I had to keep moving pretty steadily, as Georgia Power, the Red Cross, and Small County Sheriff's deputies were directing traffic in between the heavy trucks pulling logs away from power lines and piling them up in a central location. The house I mentioned in yesterday's post truly does look like someone ripped the roof off of a Barbie house...or like your childhood Lincoln Logs masterpiece right after the family dog decided to take the upper half and chew on it not here, but in the comfort of the back yard. That house is seven or eight miles away from here, and is in a curve of the road where it's impossible to get a good photo without further snarling traffic.

My students who live in the storm-damaged parts of Small County and Bumpkin County tell me that they probably won't have electricity again until late next week. That says a lot. Usually, Georgia Power and Small County Electric Co-op can get utilities back up and running within a few hours. The cleanup is huge, and is taking every single person, truck, and chainsaw they have available.

The damage here, while substantial, is nothing compared to that in many parts of Alabama. The National Weather Service has confirmed that an EF-5 tornado, i.e. "the Big One," was what struck Tuscaloosa and the University of Alabama. Please continue to keep the victims and rescue personnel in your thoughts and prayers.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Friday Kittehs: 4/29/11

Kamakura (left) and her daughter Mooakura are a funny pair. Mother is the sweetest, most loving cat you'll ever meet, while bebeh is an equal-opportunity hater who never misses a chance hiss, swat, or growl at anyone (feline or human) who dares to cross her path. But out of all the outdoor cats here at the HKC, these two are the most likely to share a dish at feeding time, even if there are plenty of other unoccupied kitty dishes on the porch. It's strange, but true.

In other news: Everyone here at the Happy Kitten Cottage, as well as at Mom's house, is all right after the incredible tornado outbreak Wednesday night and early Thursday morning. There were several times when I thought the house might really blow away, but Small Town proper was spared any major damage (though golf ball-sized hail rained down along a major road in the east part of town). Outside the city limits, though, parts of the county were hit very hard. On the way home from work yesterday, I couldn't believe my eyes at the damage.

Three-foot-thick oak trees uprooted and thrown across the road...houses missing their entire roofs and back halves, looking like part of a third grader's unfinished diorama for Georgia History Week...50- or 60-foot-wide swaths of trees, knocked completely flat...a house trailer blown through a chain-link fence as if it were flour in a sifter, its shell and contents pulverized into piles of unrecognizable material.

Please keep the tornado victims and rescue personnel in your thoughts and prayers, both here and all over the South.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Can you hear it now?

[Weekday afternoon at the fabric store. MOM shops for supplies for her latest customer's special-request project.]

MOM: Kitteh, look.
ME: Hmmm? Oooooh, what is THAT?
MOM: [holding fabric away from bolt] It says: "Coat."
ME: It does?
MOM: Can't you hear it? This fabric just said, "Coat."
ME: Ummm...
MOM: As in, "A long, dramatic, duster-style coat, and underneath it, a classic black sheath dress a la Jackie Kennedy." Whaddya think?
ME: Oooooh! "Coat," indeed!
MOM: Things are queueing themselves up to be made as we speak.


Monday, April 25, 2011

Chicken Monday: 4/25/11

Ida B. is a shy little hen...



...but she's hard-working all the same.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter 2011

Hope this finds everyone having a wonderful Easter Sunday!

Here are a few photos of the glorious peony bush in my back yard. After six or seven years, it's finally well enough established to start producing the legendary heavily-scented 4"-6" whorls of petals.


Saturday, April 23, 2011

A tiny, squirmy ball of WUV!

EEEEEEEEEE!!!1!! Look what I got to cuddle Thursday evening: a ten-day-old BEBEH KITTEH! This little sweetie is one of several newborn kittens born to "barn cat" mothers at the rural home of one of my former students, whom I dropped off on the way home from campus.

Tina's car crapped out on her last week, and when I saw her in the library the other day, she mentioned her rotten automotive luck and her trouble getting home from D2U on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, when she works until 6pm at a nearby after-school program. "I'm on campus until 5:45 those days," I said, "so why not ride with me these last ten days of the semester? Your house is on the way into Small Town, so it's no trouble." So it worked out really well for both of us; Tina had a ride home, and I got to meet the horses, cows, and barn kitties that she often mentioned when she was in my Comp I class two years ago.

Tina raised and sold chickens while in high school to save up for college, but no longer has a home flock. She's going to sell me one of her old portable/moveable ground pens so my birds can nibble on the grass of the yard without the dogs being able to eat them. And Tina's dad, an electrician during the day, also raises a dozen or so grass-fed, hormone-free beef cattle every year in the pastures around their house. He also oversees each step in the slaughter and dressing process, ensuring that the meat is as unadulterated as possible, and sells the beef to customers who buy in ahead of time (1/2 cow, 1/4 cow, etc.). I asked him to please add my name to the list. While I don't have $750 for a half-share, nor the freezer space/hungry household for 200+ pounds of beef, I *am* very interested in buying from farmers committed to responsible agriculture, humane animal husbandry, and self-sufficient living.

And whose barns contain teensy, adorable, eyes-barely open, ears-still-folded-over newborn KITTENS!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday Kittehs: 4/22/11

First of all, here's wishing all my Christian readers a blessed Good Friday! Hope you've had a meaningful, grace-filled Lent and Holy Week.

Sweet, rumpled little Joy likes to sniff the fresh springtime air from her favorite window in the Happy Kitten Cottage. Or maybe she's sticking her tongue out at Beignet, who was meowing loudly outside and right below the window. Could be either. Or both. With kittehs, you never can tell. And might I add that Beignet, also known as Evil Donut, has adapted very quickly and happily to outdoor life. It's a WIN for everyone.

By the way, another Book of Roof post will be up soon. I haven't forgotten about it; it's just been an insane next-to-last-week-of-the-semester around these parts. There are nearly 500 photos from the entire Roof saga, so yea and verily, I'll soon put up another installment.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Not knowing is the most intimate thing

Zen master Jizo's words sound so weird. How can "not knowing" be intimate, close, familiar, connected? Wouldn't it make more sense to say that knowing is the most intimate thing? After all, it's impossible to be on intimate terms with someone or something you don't know...right? Right?

When I first encountered Jizo's statement a few months ago, it struck me as odd. No, I take that back: it irritated me with its contradictions and certainty. It irritated me so much that I printed it out and taped it to the wall behind my computer, where I'd see it every time I sat down at the keyboard. And for four or five months now I've looked at it more than a dozen times a day, and have finally begun to consider that there's some truth in these words.

This semester is my last at Division II University, and (with any luck) my last teaching job for a long, long time. Burnout has caught up with me, and after months of deliberation I finally decided that teaching has been keeping me from fulfilling my creative destiny: finishing my novel. So I socked away a little money and, once the smoke clears from the end of the semester, I plan to install myself in front of the computer and tell everyone to kindly go fuck themselves and not to disturb me while I'm working. I don't have a "day job" lined up for when my meager savings run out, and that worries me. But I can handle concentrating on only one area of life at a time; the rest can just go pound salt while I get to the end of whatever project/task/crisis I'm working on right now. So while I'm working just a little on revamping my resume and putting out feelers for a new gig, it's not worrying me to bits (like it should, or maybe like it once would have?). The idea-presence in my head that I call the Little Voice of Reason somehow won't let it.

Not knowing what's going to be happening tomorrow, next week, a few months, several years from now really IS intimate. I don't know, CAN'T know, what's in store for me; I'm not psychic, don't have a crystal ball, haven't been receiving any visions lately. And I have to surrender to that fact, accepting all that is in this present moment. The present moment is the only one we really have, when we really think about it. Knowing this makes me aware that throwing ourselves into Right Now frees us from past regret and future worry, and into full-contact intimacy, closeness, knowing of this very moment. Somehow, by not indulging ourselves in the distractions of yesterdays and tomorrows, we become utterly familiar with, utterly connected with, the essence of what is truly important in life: the precious, priceless present moment.

[Picture: Trachelospermum jasminoides 'Madison' growing beside the front steps here at the Happy Kitten Cottage, 19 Apr 2011]

Monday, April 18, 2011

Chicken Monday: 4/18/11

Another day in the HKC chicken yard, and Leroy's looking gorgeous.



He enjoys walking around the in the fresh air along with Henrietta (middle, behind aluminum pipe) and Lucille (right).



Back in the coop, however, is a different story.



Poor little Ida B. (that's short for Ida B. Workin), the only chicken around here who's actually earning her keep, cowers in a dark corner and stays as quiet as possible so as not to attract the other (jealous) chickens' attention. To save her time and trouble, I just bring her food and water right to her. Here, she snacks on some slaw mix. Red cabbage and carrots and broccoli stems, mm-mmmmm!



Have a drink, Ida B. Go ahead, it's okay!



Ummm...


I dunno...


Well, the water's got ripples in it. She must have taken a drink while I wasn't looking.



Ahhhhh! So cool and refreshing!



That's my sweet, humble, hard-working girl.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Joy is doing okay

Sweet, rumpled little Joy came home to the HKC on Friday afternoon, having spent four days at the vet hospital for her bladder infection. She's doing pretty well for what she's been through in the last week. For the rest of her life, she'll have to eat special food for cats with urinary problems, and will have to have access to water (preferably distilled) at all times...but that's okay by me. I've had my share of bladder/kidney infections and know what that's like. The most trouble so far has been with the other cats, who just want to sniff Joy and check her out (she smells like the vet's office, after all), but whom Joy thinks are going to keep her from eating, drinking, and/or using the cat box. So I've been picking her up and carrying her to the nearby litter box myself a couple times a day. I don't think there have been any additional accidents so far, but we'll see.

And in other news, I finally caught the terrible cold all my students have been passing around. Now I see why so many have been missing class: because they feel like SHIT! So this weekend, both Mama and kitteh are sick, though Joy's feeling a lot better right now than is her sneezy, coughy, body-achy Mama. No, I'm not taking any cold/flu medicine. The active ingredient in most of that stuff is dextromethorphan, which is a huge no-no for those of us already on ADHD medication. So although it might sound bad that I can't take NyQuil, it's really not, considering that the sniffling-sneezing-stuffy-head-how-the-hell-did-I-wind-up-in-the-middle-of-the-kitchen-floor medicine could give me a stroke. Thanks, but I'll just lie here next to Joy on the bed and be pitiful, and pass on that cerebral hemorrhage.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Book of Roof, Chapter 4:38-63

38 And Kitteh wept, and wailed, and wore ashes and sackcloth,
39 And the roof leaked still.
40 And Kitteh knew not what to do, for not even the first shekel had she in the days after the money-changers had sent her away;
41 For though by now Kitteh was a teacher of the scribes, she was still poor,
42 And her meager pay could not even be called "the Kitteh's mite."
43 And it came to pass that Mom and El Seebeno once again brought an unburnt tarp offering unto the HKC;
44 And El Seebeno inspected the roof over the kitchen that Mom had long told him about; and he saw that it was fucked up.
45 And Mom said unto El Seebeno, "Ere Leroy crowed a third time, yonder money-changers denied Kitteh's humble plea."
46 And El Seebeno said unto Mom, "Yea, that I would fain beat their eyes out;
47 No more can Kitteh delay the new roof, for this is well nigh unto pitiful."
48 "Yea, and verily," El Seebeno said unto Mom, "we shall work on Kitteh's house ourselves, and we shall fix unto the house a new roof, so new that it shinest like a diamond in a goat's ass."
49 And Mom said unto El Seebeno, "Yea, we shall, though Kitteh hesitateth to ask for our help. For she hast no money for to buy a new roof,
50 And when first we work to build the roof anew, we must sing the song of old:
51 And Tear the Roof off the Sucker."
52 And one idea begat another idea, and that idea begat yet another idea, and the two bethought a plan:
53 That they would bear glad tidings unto Kitteh that she would for Christmas getteth a new roof,
54 Regardless of whether the Colonel couldst afford to buy the materials.
55 And the Christmas feast-time came to pass at the Happy Kitten Cottage, and the time of the gift-giving also;
56 And Mom and El Seebeno smiled upon Kitteh as she unwrappedeth the Flannel Nightgown of Many Colors that Mom hadst sewn; and Mom said unto Kitteh:
57 "Hearken, O Kitteh! Thy stepfather and I givest unto thee this Christmas more than this warm, cozy gown. Thou hast tried and tried to fix thy roof, and thou hast not twelve thousand shekels for to pay the roof-workers;
58 And the money-changers hast denied thee ere thy rooster Leroy crowed a third time.
59 "Yea, and verily, we shall re-roof thy Happy Kitten Cottage whilst El Seebeno hast his vacation-time in the spring. If thy Colonel cannot pay for materials, we shall sacrifice a two-by-four upon the altar of the Temple of the Home Depot, and buy them ourselves;
60 Still, ask of thy Colonel his help, and we shall all three help thee in thy time of great need, and no money;
61 For we lovest thee, and hate to see thy house awash in mildew and roaches, and thou despairing of better times."
62 And Kitteh wept sorely with rejoicing, and hugged Mom and El Seebeno,
63 And gave thanks for such a loving family as she had.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Friday Kittehs: 4/15/11

Some people call the pose that Joy strikes here "cello pose," which is pretty cute. Having consulted my well-worn copy of the Merriam-Webster English/Pseudo-Sanskrit Dictionary, I've named it Kittehbuttlikasana, or Kitteh-Licking-Its-Butt Pose.

This has been a rough week for everyone's favorite bent-eared, rumpled little sweetheart. Joy's been in the hospital since Tuesday morning, when she peed in the bed. While I was still in it. ON ME. Yes, it was a very bad scene. But the poor kitteh couldn't help it, what with her terrible bladder infection and all. Hopefully, she'll be returning home late this afternoon. In the meantime, I have only two cats in the house: Hobo Kitty and Amber. So few kitties...it feels weird. Happy KITTEN Cottage? Ur doin it RONG.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Book of Roof, 4:17-37

17 And when they had vanquished the tree-behemoth, Mom and El Seebeno agreed:
18 the Happy Kitten Cottage had escaped major damage, but still had need of many repairs, and especially a new roof.
19 And Mom said unto Kitteh, "Thou needest a new roof, 80-cubit tree or no."
20 And Kitteh said unto Mom, "Yea, but no job nor money have I for to buy a new roof. Little choice have I but to make do."
21 And Kitteh wandered in the wilderness for ten years, from paycheck to paycheck lived she,
22 and the small damage to the roof grew as a mustard seed of faith; and in the tenth year of the second millenium the Plague of the Roaches besieged the rotten, leaky kitchen roof.
23 O how they loved the rotting wood, and the roaches were fruitful, and multiplied.
24 And multiplied.
25 And multiplied.
26 And neither the cats nor the exterminator could turn back the plague of roaches.
27 And it came to pass that Mom and El Seebeno came unto Kitteh's house with a tarp, and they spake unto all assembled:
28 "Thou cannot deny it! Thou needest a new roof for thy Happy Kitten Cottage. And we shall put it on for thee, if thou canst get thy Colonel to buy the materials,
29 for he still hath a contractor's account at yonder building supply company."
30 And Kitteh said unto them, "I feelest bad, for the two of you art old, and the Colonel art broke. Thou needest not put thyselves unto a lot of trouble. I shall call upon the money-changers, and trouble thee not,
31 for the commandment is to honor thy father and mother."
32 And Mom said unto Kitteh, "Woe betide thee, shouldst thou call us old, and shouldst thou take out a loan! Hearken unto what I tell thee: Thy Seeben and thy Colonel and I shalt save thou the trouble. Thou shalt not be beholden to us;
33 for we wish to help thee in thy time of no money, and great need."
34 And Kitteh made haste to the money-changers who made their living in the courtyard of the temple, and just as the prophecy had been made, she was denied ere her rooster Leroy crowed a third time.
35 "Thy credit art not worthy!" cried the money-changers. "But wouldst thou care to join our Christmas Club? Thou gettest a free toaster when thou signest up!"
36 And Kitteh returned toasterless and beleaguered unto the Happy Kitten Cottage,
37 and she wept sorely, for the roof was nearer to falling in.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Book of Roof, Chapter 4:1-16

1 Here beginneth the story of the Book of Roof.
2 And it came to pass that Kitteh fled from the Land of the Unhappy Marriage, and she came to live at the Happy Kitten Cottage. For it was cozy and cheap, though in need of repair.
3 And Kitteh, not knowing any better, looked upon the Cottage roof, and thought it was good.
4 And Kitteh stayed on in the Happy Kitten Cottage for two years more.
5 She knew not of the dangers and iniquities to come.
6 And a mighty thunderstorm beswept the Happy Kitten Cottage, and half of an 80-cubits-tall oak tree smote the Cottage upon its back porch.
7 And Kitteh's wise old neighbor (may he rest in peace), who looked out for her as he didst for himself, called unto Kitteh on the phone;
8 that she might return home right away for to witness the great suffering of the HKC.
9 And Kitteh beheld the tree-behemoth that swallowed up the back yard; and bent the wrought-iron railings of the back porch; and tore away the gutters from the edge of the roof;
10 and couldst not get into nor out of the Cottage through the back door, for 80 cubits of tree filled the back yard and blocked the door.
11 And Kitteh sat down, and wept sorely, for she hadst no job, and no insurance for to clean up the mess.
12 And it came to pass that Mom and El Seebeno hadst gotten back together, in the days before they wed.
13 And Mom said unto El Seebeno, "Behold, my daughter hath had a tree to fall upon her house, and she hath no insurance. Thou shalt bring thy chainsaw, and help me cut away the tree."
14 And El Seebeno said unto Mom, "I shall help thee and thy Kitteh. And who is this 'Behold?'"
15 And Mom and El Seebeno gathered their chainsaws unto them, and spent many a day that summer clearing away the tree,
16 and that winter there was abundant firewood to be had by all.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

The Book of Roof, Chapter 3

1 El Seebeno and Mom are my roofers; I shall not want.
2 They maketh me to lay down 30-lb tar paper over one-inch decking; they leadeth me to tack new shingles in place of the old.
3 They restoreth my roof: for my Christmas present's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of the Worn-Out Roof, I will fear no leaks nor wind;
5 Thy SPF 50 and thy SkilSaw, they comfort me.
6 Mom and El Seebeno preparest for me a new, sturdy roof in the presence of thunderstorms; my cup of Gatorade runneth over.
7 Surely this caring and love for their (step-)child shall follow me all the days of my life;
8 And I will dwell in the Happy Kitten Cottage for many years to come.

Friday, April 08, 2011

Friday Kittehs: 4/8/11

Joy says, "Ppppptthhh!" to the work week. Thank Bastet it's Friday!

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

The Book of Roof, Chapter 2

1 And it came to pass that El Seebeno needed wood.
2 Heh, thou wrotest "wood."
3 And he spake unto all the assembled, "Pass to me thy wood."
4 And Mom could neither pass unto him nor lift the wood, for a fit of laughter had befallen her.
5 "Thou needst no 'wood,' thy wood is more than plenty! Get thee away from me!" said Mom unto El Seebeno, and she laughed aloud once more.
6 "Lo, thou thinkest this is funny," said El Seebeno unto Mom. "Thou art cute! Hearken, and passeth unto me yonder wood."
7 And again Mom could neither pass unto him nor lift the wood, because of the laughter that she couldst not control.
8 "Who art Lo?" Mom asked. "I assurest thee, thou needst no extra wood."
9 And no more work was done on the third day.

Monday, April 04, 2011

Chicken Monday: 4/4/11

(Quick FYI: Roof update will be posted late Monday or early Tuesday!)
This little hen is one of Henrietta's two chicks hatched last June, and currently the only chicken around here earning her keep. Her mama and sister don't seem to be laying eggs at all, but they and Leroy constantly beat up and harass this hard-working little bird. So she usually stays in the coop in a dark corner, trying not to make any noise, and I refill her personal food and water bowls when I come out to gather eggs. Or EGG, as it were. I still haven't settled on a nice, old-fashioned name for her. Any suggestions, readers?

Sunday, April 03, 2011

The Book of Roof, Chapter 1


1 And on the second day, El Seebeno looked upon the HKC's roof, and saw that it was fucked up.
2 And El Seebeno said unto Mom, "Lo, we shall replace yonder fucked-up roof on Kitteh's house."
3 And Mom said unto El Seebeno, "Thou knowest we hath long ago made that decision. And who is Lo?"

El Seebeno has vacation this week, so he and Mom are giving me their late Christmas present: replacing the roof over the back portion of the Happy Kitten Cottage! (That's real love for your kids/stepkids right there.) The Colonel, who was a licensed contractor for many years, still has a commercial account at Small Town Hardware & Supply, so he bought all the materials and will hopefully be able to help out a day or two next week as his temporary construction project consulting job allows. And naturally, there will be more pictures and updates as the project goes on!

Saturday, April 02, 2011

The Adventures of Rectum


Beignet is my evil little kitty's name, but the Colonel began calling her Rectum a while back during one of her mean spells. (And as the old saying goes, "If the shoe fits...")


Anyway, I've been saying for months that I was going to start putting Beignet/Rectum outdoors since she's so nasty and hateful to all the indoor cats, but I hadn't done so until last Sunday evening. While it was raining SO unbelieveably hard that night, this little kitteh decided she wanted to visit with Nesto, Kamakura, Kigi, and the other outdoor cats eating and taking shelter on the front porch. She then disappeared for THREE DAYS, finally returning to the front porch on Wednesday evening, hungry, tired, cold...and SOMEWHAT FRIENDLY. Upon her return, she stayed indoors until Thursday evening, when she spent the night outside again. Seeing her out on the front porch surprised the hell out of Mom and Steve, who thought they's accidentally let her out while they had the front door wide open and were moving construction materials in and out all day. (More on their awesome HKC project in my next post.) But no, I assured them, Rectum/Beignet had gone out of her own accord the night before.


Will she keep on going outdoors? Well, if it improves her attitude and keeps her from beating up the other (elderly and frail) indoor kitties, then by all means yes.

Friday, April 01, 2011

Friday Kittehs: 4/1/11

Last Saturday brought rain and severe, tornado-laden thunderstorms to Small Town, so Kamakura stayed indoors most of the day. After getting some head-skritches (in longtime E&P reader Sandy's words) and a bite to eat, my sweet fluffy calico mama-kitteh snuggled up in the recliner and snoozed the day away. Sharing the chair with her are The Norton Anthology of Theory & Criticism; Volumes B through F of The Norton Anthology of American Literature; and The Rhetoric of Blair, Campbell, and Whately, among other "heavy reading" titles. Being surrounded by books makes her feel more secure, protected. Now that I think about it, that's what books do for me, too.