I’m reaching a stage in life where I think I should be mature and wise. And I’m not. I wonder how many people truly are.
It’s 94 feels like 103 which isn’t as bad as yesterday’s 97 feels like 107. I can’t be turning into somebody who can’t take heat; I can’t. Though this heat feels different. Read the post and see how. It also colors the tone of the post. Sorry
This state’s a frigging embarrassment. I had no idea that Spirit Air was my lifeline until it went on strike. Of course I had no idea it was going on strike until my friend called from Atlanta to say she couldn’t get here as her husband had been relying on Spirit to get back.
I looked in all last Friday’s newspapers here. Nothing about the strike in the print version of the Sun News. Nothing anywhere.
Then of course there’s the candidate from hell. Poor man probably doesn’t even realize he’s supposed to lose to DeMint. South Carolina bought voting machines from Ohio. Ohio, state of massive voter fraud in 04.
Ever since Westboro I have been feeling alienated. Where I come from we don’t turn the other cheek. Where I come from we believe in debate and protest.
But I moved here. And it’s hot. Not as hot as it was on Sunday or Monday but even inside with AC I feel the need for more and more water. I don’t like AC though it’s the one thing I won’t be green on and will put down to whatever I feel like. In a normal year there are a few months where you need neither heat nor AC. This year there was only one.
I like heat. But except for nights, the air hits me in a way I’m not used to. Then when I come in I sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze. Couldn’t figure it out until I saw the pollen report. It’s very high which is strange as pollen is supposed to stagnate when the temp becomes high. Apparently the long winter has done something weird. Or something.
But there’s no such thing as climate change. Oh don’t get me started. I’m feeling very “L”"J” today. Neither are good in South Carolina.
Yes I do take it take personally!!!!!
I’m having friends come–by car–next week and am focusing on my book. Unfortunately this blog is like a nervous tic. Something I have to keep up. So…
Excuse the tone of this post. If Spirit weren’t on strike I would be in a great mood. It’s summer and I have plans…Friends of a lifetime are supposed to be coming. Unfortunately they rely on airplanes. And a neighbor, from the next patio home community, I never met before had to stop over and tell me the exact price the house two doors from mine went for. At least it sold. Miss Frances was hungry to sell. But I was doing everything I could not to learn this because I knew it was a fire sale.
It could be worse. I could have moved to the Gulf.
And the neighbor I had never met before is very very nice. Porch friendly. And her mother is “J,” not that she tells anybody. I couldn’t figure out how she knew I was until I remembered the mezzuah on the door. It was a gift and is lovely.
Lately I’ve been very into Hebrew prayers. While I might not believe in a G-d, I have become enamored with listening to prayers–in movies OK. They question. They don’t assume G-d will take care of everything. And there’s a beauty in the Hebrew I never noticed in New York. Not that I listened.
I no longer feel like a guest here. No longer feel like I have to–how do I put this? Respect peoples ways without them respecting mine–and Westboro made me feel that way–just a bit.
If not for the strike and the embarrassment of the election and all the politics since I have moved, I would be very happy.
It’s just–turning the other cheek and me; we have never seen eye to eye. And to have Jon Stewart etc., talk about a place I love–and know they’re both right and wrong. I can’t watch any TV show I love right now for fear….so it’s late nights with Netflicks.
Fortunately it becomes real cool, or I feel real cool, late at night and I go out on my front deck, upper floor porch really, lie on the glider that turns into a sleeping hammock and all is right with the world.
The other night we had the most incredible thunderstorm. Lightening bolts in five directions at once.
I haven’t seen my friend Noel who is coming next week in quite awhile. He asked if my musical taste was still eclectic. It is but “Ophelia” has been my absolute favorite song for the past two years–and Levon Holm’s taking over Warren Zevon’s spot as inspiration
For what it’s worth, my ex was a friend of Nikki Haley’s sister (southern Sikhs tend to know each other) and remembers Haley as sweet.
I think all airlines suck these days.
“It could be worse. I could have moved to the Gulf”. You re right on that. I think that your second book is in the making, I feel it in this post…
You have certainly have some interesting politics down there since you arrived. Having livedin Nevada and Utah, I’ve learned that as long as you can laugh at the politics, it’s good. So is watching lightning like you get there along the coast.
This post had a definite feel/tone to it, though defining it is beyond me.
Love your description of the heat. Welcome to the South, my friend
I always knew it was hot but never knew quite how to describe it. And yes, we’re doing well these days if we get two weeks in Spring and two weeks in Fall without having to use much heat/AC.
I’m sorry about the other stuff, but we don’t apologize for the heat
Just be sure to stay cool as possible.
I hate the heat too, though here in MN it’s usually only bad for a couple months. I usually run the air every day when it’s hot, I can’t stand the heat.
Great stream of thoughts, very descriptive.
lol ‘ Unfortunately this blog is like a nervous tic.’? lmao
Ok I am definately out of the loop… what book are you writing?
I am thinking that you may need to take your ‘mature and wise’ self to the north for the summers and write! hehehe Though even up here in Philly its hot!!!
Have a great weekend!! xo
Hiya, Pia! From over at Dave’s sandbox. Yes, SC is a real culture shock and the politics- well, you can’t even believe the things that go on that no one gets indicted for! NO ONE seriously believes that this Greene guy came in on his own- he won’t tell us who paid for him and that in itself says everything. Here it’s the dirty GOP but I used to live in Boston and there it pretty much is the dirty Dems- like they say in Beantown- “Vote early and vote often!” So it just depends on where you are at the time, who’s running that particular show and who gets a pass on blatant abuses of power. Do you like history? It puts things into perspective when you go through the records here and see all the out-and-out murderers who got acquitted or if convicted, pardoned, who went right on to become state senators, House reps, etc. Some of the Old Family Names, too! Just don’t get into reading too many Letters to the Editor here in the papers, very discouraging!
Take Care!
I’m kind of in tears as I read through your blog, Pia. I got here following a link from Drifty’s place. I don’t know how I can thank you enough.
My son is 11, is adopted and, I now realize after reading you and googling, has NLD. The testing we did two years ago pissed me off. After a battery of tests and a ton of money, the doc told us he’s depressed and has an auditory processing disorder and didn’t return any calls asking for more information or what to do next. He repeated 1st grade and we thought it was solely because he went to a French school for two years and missed all the building blocks in math and Engrish because he never understood a worse they said. Now I know he didn’t understand because French is one of the worst languages for people with an auditory processing deficit to learn.
He’s going into 5th grade this year. This was his first year in public school and it didn’t go well. His naiveté and the issues that come with who he is made him miserable among all the teasing, taunting boys. His small, private school, which we can no longer afford, wasnt equipped to deal with anything out of the range of normal, but they did love him and protect him.
Now that I think I know what he needs, he’ll get it. He’s already becoming a little hermit because he gets so frustrated with the world and he can’t cope.
I have wondered if his anger comes somehow from adoption. We are a tight little family, very close and loving, so that never seemed like the whole reason.
As I read through the descriptions of NLD, I can see, that’s him.
Thank you, Pia. Ok, tears fully streaming now.