BUSH DIARY MAY 1993:
The following is a poem published in the Azimov SciFi mag for May/June
IF ANGELS ATE APPLES
If angels ate apples, potatoes and pears
they'd grow to be chubby and cheerful as bear
nibbling knishes and other such things
tickling your face with the tips of their wings
If seraphim shouted and whistled at girls,
drank drafts from thimbles all friends with the world
drained the best ale and chased it with rye
then fluttered in circles while trying to fly
Angels on tables (watch out for your glass!)
Slipping on puddles right plop on their ass!
Laughing at music that only they hear
then tweaking the barmaids a pinch on the rear.
Fuzzy fat angels, that's something to see
as they dance to the jukebox at quarter to three,
and ace out the pinball, a marvelous treat,
the lights and bells flashing (though sometimes they cheat!)
If angels made merry, would that be so odd?
Must they always be solemn, to stay friends with God?
It's a pity that Heaven is so far away
-Geoffreyd A. Landis-
May 8, 1993: Saturday. Tim worked today so I rode the bus with him to check the mail and enjoy break up weather. Lots of mud and puddles and quite warm out. The teenagers are all out wearing raggedy clothes to enjoy the warm weather.
I enjoy eating my lunch in Quarters. There is a lovely nook on the second floor that overlooks the lagoon and the ocean. However I had company one noon, it was a couple of ladies praying over decision making and then seriously discussing their being saved and trying to figure out exactly what passage of the bible the revealed itself to them. Prayers ensued. I felt as if I were intruding and not particularly wanting any personal revelations, I departed the "Arctic Chapel".
Medical News: My endometrial biopsy came back negative so no hysterectomy. Yay. I would rather decline surgery of any sort. I still remember the huge nurses strike in California. During that period fewer surgeries were performed and coincidentally fewer patients died from surgery. Duh.
I have been reviewing older editions of the Bush Diary and apparently I never documented this particular Grandma LaVann story.
There had been a visiting priest on sabattical from seminary and living in a small cabin near the Navarro river which was not too far down the road from the ranch. One Sunday it somehow became known to the Father K that I had a two year old son. Father K said that he possessed a small plastic wading pool and that we were welcome to come pick it up. So Sunday afternoon Grandma LaVann got her old Jimmy out of the barn and we drove to the cabin. We pulled into the yard, parked, got out and knocked on the door. No answer. So we walked around the back to take a look down the river to see if we could see Father K. Sure enough about 200 yards away he was chatting with a friend, saw us and started walking towards us. Grandma LaVann and I stood there for a while watching him walk towards. As he got closer, Grandma asked me, "What kind of swimming suit is he wearing?" I answered, "Um, it might be one of those string and bag kind of things". She gasped, "He's not wearing a swimming suit, He's NAKED!". She grabbed my arm and dragged me around to the front of the cabin as I was still trying to see the naked priest. He got to the cabin and called up, "Margaret, do you mind if I come as I am?" She retorted rather sharply, "No Father K, I MIND".
He laughed and said he would be up in a minute after he put on some shorts.
He climbed up, found the swimming pool and helped get it in truck. He got a tight lipped thank you from Grandma Lavann and we got in the truck and left. She started laughing so hard we almost wrecked the truck.
Article from The Messenger Index, my hometown paper:
Courthouse bushes removed over jail security concerns.
By Janet Monti
Among other jail security violations, beer siphoned through a hose through jail cell windows from friends hiding in bushes outside (The jail is in the basement of the Courthouse), were reasons Gem County Sheriff Jim Woods gave last week for the removal of shrubs outside the Gem Courthouse. Because of the overgrown bushes, people were hiding in them on both sides of the Courthouse and sneaking things into the cells. The outside lights have not worked for years and these have been replaced.
I nearly fell off the couch laughing when I got this early May issue of the Messenger Index from Emmett. Just remember, it's a small town, small staff, and old jail and a very small budget. (snerk, snerk, snerk)
TRIP TO FAIRBANKS: Tim and I just got back from the trip to the Alaska Medical Record Association annual meeting we only stayed three days. We did some shopping, filled three blue cheapie suitcases with a case of toilet paper, a ton of other stuff as well as microwave popcorn. We also mailed home a Hoover vacuum cleaner, a box fan and a microwave oven. It was very warm, none of the hotels in Fairbanks have AC and it is only needed by people from Barrow who can't take the heat.
We are losing one of our ladies for three months, she has no childcare in Barrow so she is going to Homer for the summer vacation. Childcare is either nonexistent or incredibly expensive in Barrow. Best bring your babysitter, it is cheaper
Bradford the Siamese Manx met us at the door having only nibbled on one plant, opened all the cupboard doors and the bathroom doors.
WORK: May 18. Am getting caught up. Got six days worth of census done, corralled all of the discharged charts and assembled. Got the transcription caught up, only two discharge summaries. I did a death certificate and two birth certificates. The death certificates get complicated because the relatives are trying to remember how so and so's middle name was spelled in Inupiaq. Everyone I have ever talked to regarding filling out the death certificates have been so sweet about getting the details correct.
Our three packages arrived at the PO got them dragged home and haven't tackled assembly quite yet. Did get the massaging shower head hooked up.Yay!!
UIC is installing aluminum siding on our building in a bid to better insulate. Okay, that means the steam heat needs to be turned down even more and I better break out the box fan.
May 21: There was a partial solar eclipse about 5 am. I was up at that time but did no see any perceptible darkening of the sky.
Pepe's North of the Border sponsored an all male review at 25 bucks per head. I did not go but the ladies who did go said the dancers were quite athletic and good natured about getting 20 dollar bills stuffed into their Speedos.
All righty then, enough for May 1993.
The following is a poem published in the Azimov SciFi mag for May/June
IF ANGELS ATE APPLES
If angels ate apples, potatoes and pears
they'd grow to be chubby and cheerful as bear
nibbling knishes and other such things
tickling your face with the tips of their wings
If seraphim shouted and whistled at girls,
drank drafts from thimbles all friends with the world
drained the best ale and chased it with rye
then fluttered in circles while trying to fly
Angels on tables (watch out for your glass!)
Slipping on puddles right plop on their ass!
Laughing at music that only they hear
then tweaking the barmaids a pinch on the rear.
Fuzzy fat angels, that's something to see
as they dance to the jukebox at quarter to three,
and ace out the pinball, a marvelous treat,
the lights and bells flashing (though sometimes they cheat!)
If angels made merry, would that be so odd?
Must they always be solemn, to stay friends with God?
It's a pity that Heaven is so far away
angels hardly ever come down and just play.
May 8, 1993: Saturday. Tim worked today so I rode the bus with him to check the mail and enjoy break up weather. Lots of mud and puddles and quite warm out. The teenagers are all out wearing raggedy clothes to enjoy the warm weather.
I enjoy eating my lunch in Quarters. There is a lovely nook on the second floor that overlooks the lagoon and the ocean. However I had company one noon, it was a couple of ladies praying over decision making and then seriously discussing their being saved and trying to figure out exactly what passage of the bible the revealed itself to them. Prayers ensued. I felt as if I were intruding and not particularly wanting any personal revelations, I departed the "Arctic Chapel".
Medical News: My endometrial biopsy came back negative so no hysterectomy. Yay. I would rather decline surgery of any sort. I still remember the huge nurses strike in California. During that period fewer surgeries were performed and coincidentally fewer patients died from surgery. Duh.
I have been reviewing older editions of the Bush Diary and apparently I never documented this particular Grandma LaVann story.
There had been a visiting priest on sabattical from seminary and living in a small cabin near the Navarro river which was not too far down the road from the ranch. One Sunday it somehow became known to the Father K that I had a two year old son. Father K said that he possessed a small plastic wading pool and that we were welcome to come pick it up. So Sunday afternoon Grandma LaVann got her old Jimmy out of the barn and we drove to the cabin. We pulled into the yard, parked, got out and knocked on the door. No answer. So we walked around the back to take a look down the river to see if we could see Father K. Sure enough about 200 yards away he was chatting with a friend, saw us and started walking towards us. Grandma LaVann and I stood there for a while watching him walk towards. As he got closer, Grandma asked me, "What kind of swimming suit is he wearing?" I answered, "Um, it might be one of those string and bag kind of things". She gasped, "He's not wearing a swimming suit, He's NAKED!". She grabbed my arm and dragged me around to the front of the cabin as I was still trying to see the naked priest. He got to the cabin and called up, "Margaret, do you mind if I come as I am?" She retorted rather sharply, "No Father K, I MIND".
He laughed and said he would be up in a minute after he put on some shorts.
He climbed up, found the swimming pool and helped get it in truck. He got a tight lipped thank you from Grandma Lavann and we got in the truck and left. She started laughing so hard we almost wrecked the truck.
Article from The Messenger Index, my hometown paper:
Courthouse bushes removed over jail security concerns.
By Janet Monti
Among other jail security violations, beer siphoned through a hose through jail cell windows from friends hiding in bushes outside (The jail is in the basement of the Courthouse), were reasons Gem County Sheriff Jim Woods gave last week for the removal of shrubs outside the Gem Courthouse. Because of the overgrown bushes, people were hiding in them on both sides of the Courthouse and sneaking things into the cells. The outside lights have not worked for years and these have been replaced.
I nearly fell off the couch laughing when I got this early May issue of the Messenger Index from Emmett. Just remember, it's a small town, small staff, and old jail and a very small budget. (snerk, snerk, snerk)
TRIP TO FAIRBANKS: Tim and I just got back from the trip to the Alaska Medical Record Association annual meeting we only stayed three days. We did some shopping, filled three blue cheapie suitcases with a case of toilet paper, a ton of other stuff as well as microwave popcorn. We also mailed home a Hoover vacuum cleaner, a box fan and a microwave oven. It was very warm, none of the hotels in Fairbanks have AC and it is only needed by people from Barrow who can't take the heat.
We are losing one of our ladies for three months, she has no childcare in Barrow so she is going to Homer for the summer vacation. Childcare is either nonexistent or incredibly expensive in Barrow. Best bring your babysitter, it is cheaper
Bradford the Siamese Manx met us at the door having only nibbled on one plant, opened all the cupboard doors and the bathroom doors.
WORK: May 18. Am getting caught up. Got six days worth of census done, corralled all of the discharged charts and assembled. Got the transcription caught up, only two discharge summaries. I did a death certificate and two birth certificates. The death certificates get complicated because the relatives are trying to remember how so and so's middle name was spelled in Inupiaq. Everyone I have ever talked to regarding filling out the death certificates have been so sweet about getting the details correct.
Our three packages arrived at the PO got them dragged home and haven't tackled assembly quite yet. Did get the massaging shower head hooked up.Yay!!
UIC is installing aluminum siding on our building in a bid to better insulate. Okay, that means the steam heat needs to be turned down even more and I better break out the box fan.
May 21: There was a partial solar eclipse about 5 am. I was up at that time but did no see any perceptible darkening of the sky.
Pepe's North of the Border sponsored an all male review at 25 bucks per head. I did not go but the ladies who did go said the dancers were quite athletic and good natured about getting 20 dollar bills stuffed into their Speedos.
All righty then, enough for May 1993.
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