My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Mental Beacon!

I just read a quotation of a now famous politico who is gadding about all the television programs these days. She is stunningly popular around here. Since my chemo I notice that my conversations are nearly identical in structure and clarity to hers.>

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"My concern has been the atrocities there in Darfur and the relevance to me with that issue as we spoke about Africa and some of the countries there that were kind of the people succumbing to the dictators and the corruption of some collapsed governments on the continent, the relevance was Alaska’s investment in Darfur with some of our permanent fund dollars.

Never, ever did I talk about, well, gee, is it a country or a continent, I just don’t know about this issue.”
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As Dick Cavett wisely observed, "It’s admittedly a rare gift to produce a paragraph in which whole clumps of words could be removed without noticeably affecting the sense, if any. "

Or, was Ms. Politico merely demonstrating her mastery of the long-winded haiku? Is she a Pretend Philistine who is deftly shielding her artistry and intelligence from the rabble?

I think so!!

I sense a kindred mind there on high. When my full vigor returns a new career in public office awaits me? Or, at minimum. a wild and exciting ride on the late night circuit and breakfast chit-chat forums?

Let me try my hand at verse as well... My conversational style was perfected long ago.

open graham cracker boxes:
the babies dance hokey pokey
a swarm of gnats rise
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Damn good, eh for a first effort?
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Move over Washington, Hollywood, ZaZen...MizFlounce is on the prowl!


Dreaming of a Fabulous Future,

Puffed Up and Proud!!

Judy (via jeff)

PS feeling a tad better this morning. My sleep could euphemistically be described as "broken" last night. Am I on an uptick? Or is it just Big Biscuits? I hope I will not emotionally fall over the cliff edge come mid-afternoon.






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Vacherie, Louisiana, United States
Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.