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

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Beware the Ides of March?


Ides, a day in the Roman calender
that marked the approximate middle of the month.
Specifically, this may refer to the Ides of March,
the date of Julius Caesar's assassination.
However, every month had its ides:
the 15th day of March, May, July or October,
or the 13th day of any other month.
Ides may also mean this day
and the seven days preceding it,
counting backward toward the nones.


I am slinking about the hacienda preparing for the miasma that will rise from Lake Hamilton tomorrow, 15 March 2009. My best Carmen Miranda confection is at the ready to repel fetid vapors on that Day ... The Ides of March. No ill winds will dare approach me or mine as I fabulously sashay up and down my Shangri-La Deck !!

Shakin' a leg!
Judy (via jeff)
PS Yes, I continue to feel relatively good as you may have surmised.
PPS This guy who calls himself "jaz" has been kinda harrassing me. He suggested that prancing about on a porch with fruit on my head might not be my highest calling? Some folks really do just get beyond their station!!!
When we feel responsible, concerned and committed,
we begin to feel deep emotion and great courage.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Judy, My computer only works now and then, but today I was able to get your blogspot and enjoyed hearing and seeing you. Love your new dress designs, especially the black hat and you outdid Carmen with your frutti tutti costume. Glad the sense of humor is still good. The arrival of the new baby next week is the topic of conversation here. It is hard for me to believe Brad ,in his 50's having his second son! Just think how it will be when he has teenagers? Think of you every day, you are an inspiration. Kelsey

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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.