Corner View: Animals

Author: angiem, 04 27th, 2010

I’m sure I won’t make any friends by confessing this, but I’m not too crazy about animals, as in pets.  Whoever had the idea of domesticating cats did not take into consideration that some people would be grossed out by the interior of cats ears, and that cats need to have their ears cleaned really well as they are prone to ear infections.

Same goes for dogs.  Just the thought that they are out there sniffing the behinds of others of their species and then coming to sniff my food puts me off eating for a week.  Oh, they are cute!  And I am a bit in love with cute, little ones.  But what’s with all the sniffing?

And nothing that resembles a mouse for me either.  The tails are slimy looking, the beady eyes give me nightmares, and every time I see one I am reminded of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, where Winston was terrorized by rats. When I see a mouse, I scream at the top of my lungs and jump onto the nearest chair.

I don’t like fish of any kind.  They really stink up the place when they die.  I don’t like any sort of snake or lizard.  Nor do I like goats, although I do love goat cheese, and goats are great for using in place of a lawnmower.  But since I don’t have a lawn, I really don’t see a need for one.

Bunnies are cute, but messy.  Chickens are really only for fresh eggs and soup, as they can’t be house trained and they poop wherever they go.

I do like horses.  Maybe I’ll get one.  A gilded, carousel one that I can plant in the living room and let the kids ride.

Oh, I know I’m a horrible mother and must allow my children a pet.  They have been begging for years and years.  There’s only so much longer I can put it off.  Any ideas?

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A quick note and Earth Day on CV

Author: angiem, 04 20th, 2010

It’s late at night and the rain is falling, knocking at my window, wanting to share its pleasant scent with me and bless me with its drops.  I lift the sash a bit and breath in the smell of damp Spring earth, listen to the sounds of night, the muffled siren of the trains, the pitter-patter of night creatures I’m absolutely terrified of meeting close up.  From my upstairs window the tulips and the daffodils are mere shadows, almost lost in the mist that envelops the house.

I love how the rain cleanses the air.  I stick my tongue out, hoping to catch a droplet of rain on its tip. I get the feeling of being quenched of a thirst I didn’t know I have.

The house is silent, my lovelies fast asleep.  I brew another pot of mint tea, wrap my shawl and tie it around my waist.  I pick up my pen and get ready to write.  Words are spilling out, tripping over each other in their haste to see themselves on paper, each one greedier than the last.  I crack my stiff knuckles and obey their command.

Happy Earth Day! I have been too busy with my writing to join in posting specifically on the subject.  Visit Jane’s sidebar at #mce_temp_url# for some wonderful Corner Views from around the world.

Also, all comments are entered for the previous post’s book giveaway.

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Corner View: Vending Machines

Author: angiem, 04 06th, 2010

Unfortunately, I haven’t been in any places with vending machines in the last several days, so this photo will have to do. Upon closer inspection, it is a highly appropriate photo as it invites one to choose between a selection of delicious yummies, just as a vending machine would.

I am reminded of the love story of one of my numerous uncles’ girlfriends of years past.  This girlfriend kept a running tally of all the young men she had dated.  My uncle was number 34, if I remember correctly.  It wasn’t that she was a great beauty, she was just seventeen and lacking sophistication, yet already an expert in the art of seduction as some women are taught from an early age.  The young men wanted to marry her, anticipating all that her body offered. She got engaged to one man, and on her wedding night snuck out to run off with another.

Choices, choices.  And that’s how it is with vending machines.  One’s forever second guessing the choices made.

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Corner View: Spring

Author: angiem, 03 30th, 2010

We’re all a bit sick over here with coughing and sneezing and the high temperatures that accompany that.   Nothing new, we get so every Spring. As it is cold and rainy we spend our days wrapped in blankets, deep in our favorite chairs, books in hand, board games scattered across the floor.  When we venture out, we quickly hurry back to the hot soup simmering on the stove and chunks of bread and butter.

It’s hubby’s birthday on Friday.  Our goal is to have this nuisance out of the way by then, so the attention could be totally his.

Happy Spring to you all, and a healthy one!

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corner view: typical architecture

Author: angiem, 03 23rd, 2010

This is the architecture of my childhood.  The stories behind these walls, the struggles, the joys, the day to day, from the most mundane to the most bizarre, are my inspiration.  My grandmother and my Tante Marie loved to tell stories.  In fact, they had a story for everything.  I remember the time one of my aunts was bemoaning the fact that her daughter was not as beautiful as she.  I was just eight and couldn’t understand what the big deal was.  My aunt was stunning with her movie star looks and tremendous style.  She seldom lacked adoration.  Her daughter was certainly pretty, yet still a child.  It was too early to tell.  I felt they were being unfair.

My Tante pointed to the house down the street, the house where the redheaded woman lived.  It was shuttered and mysterious.  I had tried looking through the courtyard gates’ keyhole into the courtyard so many times, but the keys were always in the lock, blocking any chance of seeing in.  The redheaded woman was a great beauty.  Her daughter was not.  The daughter had tried to strangle herself because of that.

I learned two things that day and regardless how much I tell myself it isn’t so, I still believe them both.  One, a girl’s looks are her dowry, and two, a beautiful mother can be a curse to the less beautiful daughter living in her shadow.

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corner view: front doors

Author: angiem, 03 16th, 2010

We had recently been invited to attend the baptism of the baby of one of our closest friends in the Orthodox Church. Having been raised a Protestant, I had rarely set foot within an Orthodox Church, let alone attend a baptism. Throughout the traditional Orthodox liturgy, I found myself transfixed by the golden icons of a suffering Christ adorning the wall separating the nave from the Sanctuary, and the bejeweled Beautiful Gates leading to it. I couldn’t help but wonder why it is that humans have such a need to explain God and the way to the eternal, when, in my opinion, it’s really a matter of manifesting God’s love daily that determines our immortal soul’s residence.

By the way, I am not picking on any particular faith. Also, I find religious rituals to be beautiful and comforting, serving whatever purpose they were designed for. I just don’t believe that anyone’s got the grasp on God and Christ as they all seem to think they do.

When I go to my parents’ church, the choir’s singing brings me to tears without fail. As soon as they open their mouths in song, I get chills and heaven is within my reach. When the sermon starts, however, it is just a rehash of the things I have grown up hearing. The majority of it is ego stroking, pointless, repetition. My eyes glaze over and I find myself checking the time.

Now if this doesn’t depress everyone, I don’t know what will. This post was really supposed to be about my front door (that up there is not my front door), and not about my issues with organized religion. But I guess it had to be said, because lately I find so much hypocrisy when I open those front doors of a church.  Any church.  And I wish it weren’t so.

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corner view: miniature worlds

Author: angiem, 03 10th, 2010

I first came across the corner view series through my Italian blog pal Francesca at #mce_temp_url#. I was so fascinated with her corner views and the ones of the other participants, that I asked to be put on the list too.  Jane, the creator of the series and residing in beautiful Spain, kindly obliged. Visit Jane at #mce_temp_url# for more corner views.  This week’s theme was chosen by Cate at #mce_temp_url#.

I was given this paperweight about twenty years ago by a boy that liked me, but one I wasn’t too fond of.  His parents were friends with mine, and there had been some hope that the two of us would unite the families.  There was nothing wrong with the boy other than that he talked a lot, and as I liked being the center of attention his constant jabbering turned me off.  When he gave me the paperweight I told him I didn’t want it, and that I didn’t want to be anything other than friends.  He insisted that I keep it, and so I did and gave it to my mom.

Whenever I visit her I see it in her bookcase, keeping company with my other discards, each with its own story to tell.  Sometimes I look at them and wonder at the person I had been, and how easily a different choice might have propelled me on a different path.  And I start panicking at the mere thought that I could have led a life totally absent of the love of my husband and my children.

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