Wednesday, August 20, 2008


(for PresbyG who won the Guessing Contest!)

On a very warm Wednesday night
not so very long ago
The Crab Shack down Baltimore way
bore witness to
an event of such magnitude
such world altering importance
that if it were on a grander scale
you would have heard tell of it.

His name was Crenshaw, yes it was
and he was born of the sea
Had only reached his teenaged years
when he was plucked,
trapped and taken to the Crab Shack
shackled by rubber bandage
causing his poor old mama, when she knew,
to weep rivers and buckets of tears.

They plopped him into a glass tank
Yes they did. A see thru one
Right in the middle of the Crab Shack
where folks stared
with their round hungry eyes
pointing with their bandless fingers
choosing who would be next for
the boiling pot of death attack!

Crenshaw was brilliant and strong
and not to be fooled
by the Crab Shack’s hungry mob
so he practiced.
Every night after lights out
He swam, and swam, in spite of bands
and then practiced his jumps
you could only call a reverse dive

And he waited.
For opportunity

And it came.

On a very warm Wednesday night
even less a time ago
The Crab Shack down Baltimore way
bore witness to
Crenshaw the strongest crab ever's
escape from death by menu
by an amazing leap of courage
and lightening like run to the quay!

Shocked customers and Bill the owner
watched in amazement and awe,
Crenshaw mirroring Phelps up on the big screen
swim to the tank’s bottom,
shoot up like a speeding sky rocket
Fly spinning outta that tank of doom
Land on the sawdust covered floor
and make a run for it as ladies screamed!

Crenshaw ran through the customers,
sideways, as crabs do
Out the door and then stopped to sniff
which way to the sea
Bearing’s got, skittered faster than
Angelo Taylor, jumping street hurdles
miraculously avoiding cars
trucks and pedestrian feet

The Crab Shack customers followed
not believing their eyes
watching Crenshaw’s life saving run
to the quay!
At last standing on the edge
Crenshaw turned to face the large crowd
Freed his bands on a nail
and waved, snapping, “Buh Bye now”

Bill took off his skipper’s cap
held it close to his chest
“That crab there was obviously not
mean to be dinner.
On this Olympic night, this crab is a winner!”
The crowd murmured agreement
As Crenshaw sank to the bottom
Where his mama waited.

On a very warm Wednesday night
not so very long ago
The Crab Shack down Baltimore way
bore witness to
an event of such magnitude
such world altering importance
that if it were on a grander scale
you would have heard tell of it.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


After a two year visit to the United States, Michelangelo's David goes home to Italy

His proud sponsors were ~

(hat tip to Dave Pruiksma)

Monday, August 04, 2008


Now for many reasons Wonderboy and I do not have a church home for worship on Sunday.

Instead we pickup my mom and go out to breakfast and enjoy each other's company. As well as Wonderboy enjoying his pancake pileup.

We missed communion yesterday. That made me sad.

Right now I am too tired to go church hunting. Wonderboy wants to stay with his former choir with Janet and Judy. We'll do that. And for next year that will likely be all the church we get.

I for one, not only feel but also believe that our presence at the former church was not only unwelcome, but personally rejected. For many reasons. Perhaps this was not the intention of anyone there. But it was the action(s) or actually non-action, and it was the result. I suspect there are others there who have left who experienced the same. Be that as it may, it still feels personal. And it grew to feel personal to Wonderboy. When he said, "I am so bored of listening to (the head pastor) begging for money and trying to make it about God", that sealed it.

I tried to volunteer. Was rejected and blown off, quite rudely. I asked for help and was rejected and blown off, again rudely. Those are just two examples. I can deal with these things, but for my son to see that this is acceptable treatment of his mother in a purported house of God is, frankly, absolutely unacceptable. And vile.

My church is now with you all. I have had better fellowship, Bible Study and support here than any from this church. As well as opportunities to serve.

I'll do my best to give him some kind of Bible study at home. But for now, we are "tweeners". The last church I tried never called after I filled out the "friendship cards". Three times.

There is too much on my plate now to go looking. My cup runneth amok, as it were.

If it is meant for us to be at another church I believe God will point the way and clear the currently bramble filled path.

Friday, August 01, 2008


Modeled by the ever helpful Wonderboy, here's the front

and Here's the back

Every quilt has a story to tell. Though small, this one still has a story. There are squares contributed by blog friends. There were fabric and photos contributed, out of which I made squares. And I found Pantypalooza! Wouldn't be right without that.

I purchased far too much fabric, of course. But it was so pretty. So I sent the leftover to Princess Mindy so that she could make coordinating accessories like pillows or a covered bulletin board, or an apron, or some cotton g-string panties, if she wishes.

I made the "Princess Mindy's Home Sweet Home" square before she posted about finding Albert on the porch. Well, of course, this then meant that a change in backing fabric was in order.

This was one of those projects that was so much fun, I did not want to finish it. It looked too bare when it was all sewn together. Wonderboy and I made several trips to JoAnn's fabrics and Michaels Crafts. We found the buttons and charms. Wonderboy picked out the silver wrapped pink beads and helped to place them at the bottom. The two charms on the bottom right and left are hearts with rhinestone crowns in the middle. They and the top fleur-dis-lis are tied on with silk ribbon. I chose a golden edging because, it's for Princess Mindy and requires a posh finish.

Mindy tells me this will go up in her new craft room. The perfect place!

Many thanks to all who contributed a square(s)/photos/fabric. You can see who you are, right there!

And to Mindy, this is a gift to help fill your new house with light and love and all good wishes.


"Yo! Is dis the right place for the New Village People audition?",
or "I come from a hat downunder",
or, "you will be assimilated....resistance is futile"

Songbird muses -

For some reason, Blogger declared this blog possible SPAM and locked us down yesterday. This morning, we're free to post again, but there was a fair amount of excitement last night among our contributors, who found a dire notice on their Blogger dashboards threatening that this blog might be deleted in 20 days!

We requested a blog review, and I posted a request at the Blogger Help group, where I found we were not alone. Many other perfectly nourishing and cromulent blogs got the same notice last night.

This turned out to be a very small barricade in our blogging community life, but it seemed appropriate to explore locks and blocks and other barriers this week. Also, I liked the picture of the security team above! Could they be Blogger's Spam Prevention Robots, working overtime?

In honor of their efforts, I bring you the "Lock Me Out, Lock Me In" Friday Five.

1) How do you amuse yourself when road construction blocks your travel?

I imagine myself on a dance show and perform amazing feats of footery.

2) Have you ever locked yourself out of your house? (And do you keep an extra key somewhere, just in case?)

Never out of my house. However I have locked my keys in my car. Once while it was running.

3) Have you ever cleared a hurdle? (And if you haven't flown over a material hurdle, feel free to take this one metaphorically.)

Not a track and field gal. Metaphorical hurdles would include puberty, bad boyfriends, income ceilings, and acne. Although those really are more material than metaphorical. Except some of the boyfriends who I now swear must have been made up.

4) What's your approach to a mental block?

I stack it on top of all my other mental blocks.

5) Suggest a caption for the picture above; there will be a prize for the funniest answer!

See above if I post this and post a link on the RevGals site, will the blog bot police come and lock me down? Hmmmmm. I'm a scofflaw! I'll risk it.