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Snow from my living room, in coastal South Carolina, and my living room

February 13, 2010 By pia

When Bone posts about Paul Krugman I will do a real post again.

I meant for this to be a vacation week.  I learned more about heating coils and emergency heat than I ever wanted to know.  One of the amphibians, (the other amphibian or TOA,) died.  I named the other Clinton, in honor of _ _Clinton.  Clinton, never Clint, seems to like being master of his domain.  I’m living in fear that the biosphere was damaged and…..This is why I can’t have a dog.  I can’t even take the death of TOA.

I have streaming netflick.  When it actually streams it’s incredible.  Pandora, where you make your own radio stations, is OK, just OK.  However YouTube on TV–you might never hear from me again.

I hope I can still write.  I fear that wisdom might come with aging (not mine) but words don’t.  Then again…I’m starting to use a tape recorder and will buy one that can be plugged into the computer, maybe.  I so hate the sound of my voice.  It sounds like preppy whispering winds.  Yuck.

This week is tax week.  It’s the first time I’m going to attempt to do it on my own.  The screaming you will hear…..I’m trying to be positive.  As I’m trying to be positive, and say I can write this book because I have other books in me but this is the one I know I can sell and the one that needs to be written.  Well I’m not sure I can sell it but….

I know ya’all tired of my complaining so….

My sister called the other night to tell me to watch this.  We grew up to music from the civil rights era; it was the only music sung at our camp.  Our parents didn’t like most music (don’t ask) but made sure we knew about Paul Robeson and Marion Robinson.  I realize now our parents gave us an incredible gift.  I can’t imagine not having grown up in a family where equal rights for everyone wasn’t a given.

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Comments

  1. Sage says

    February 13, 2010 at 7:43 pm

    Enjoy that southern snow–it’ll be gone tomorrow!

    Wisdom might come with age, but words don’t… that’s good!

    • pia says

      February 15, 2010 at 2:47 pm

      There were actually some remnants yesterday

  2. Doug says

    February 15, 2010 at 7:41 am

    WIsdom is the enemy of words. Nice to finally see your place. Looks nice.

    • pia says

      February 15, 2010 at 2:48 pm

      I have a house blog. But I haven’t updated recently. Just another blog of the millions littering the blogosphere

  3. Bone says

    February 15, 2010 at 1:16 pm

    When Bone posts about Paul Krugman I will do a real post again.

    Oh, the pressure!

    We had maybe half an inch here when I got out to go to work this morning. It was gone by lunch.

    Let the screaming commence…

  4. pia says

    February 15, 2010 at 2:49 pm

    Today? You had snow today? Wow

    You should feel the pressure. I couldn’t begin to imagine the post though I suspect that you would do it wonderfully. Not that I would want you to

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I live in the South, not South Florida, a few blocks from the ocean, and two blocks from the main street. It's called Main Street. Amazes me too.

I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

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Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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