Midnight Judy.
Noonday Judy.
Paul tries to decipher my communications
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- Judith Marie Jones
- 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.
5 comments:
Judy,
You need some excitement to wake you up during the day and calm you at night.
Where is Günther when you need him?
Even better than a man, no matter the length or elevation of his stride, is the Hobby Lobby there on Central Ave in Hot Springs!
I have a Christmas wreath I made from huge plastic shrimps I got there 2 years ago. Bert and I keep it up all year long. And, believe you me, our house being full of things just like the shrimp wreath has made a world of difference in my marriage and the thrill I feel each day when I open my eyes.
Get you tiny hiney over there right now!
Noel
PS I think any crustacean is suitable
Dear MizFlounce,
Some of these folks who write to you have the taste and intelligence of an oyster.
Do NOT buy anything plastic at the Hobby Lobby. Even if you encounter and especially comely lobster. Don't buy anything there at all. Bad Karma.
My true advice? Don't even step foot in that House of Horrors. You might as well sign up for an evening of waterboarding with Dick Cheney.
Given the world as it is today I, too, am mostly flaccid and gooey and stuperous. I don't think any of your zoning-out has to do with your illness. You are merely having a reasonable response to the world today.
Or is it Shangri-La itself? Sometimes I get the impression it is so dull there that even Richard Simmons would be rendered immobile and silent.
You do very well indeed, Judy given your stultifying circumstance.
Suburban gated community...
Scary!
Polly
Dear Judy,
Sorry I missed you last week. I so love to see and visit with you. You are one of my very favorite people in all the world.
I am driving with my friend, Kate, to San Francisco on Friday. We are taking Mother's SUV out to Brad.
Why don't you come with us. I know Jeff will be in Hot Springs at the same time but just leave he and Paul together in Shangri-La. That would be the stuff of a great film noir.
Looking at your "Noonday Judy" picture Kate and I could easily stuff you in the back of Mom's SUV on ice. You will be huffing and puffing up and down those steep streets of Frisco in a twinkling. Or, you can insert yourself after a brief rest in Hellhouse on the handlebars of your great good cycling friend, Angelo, to bounce happily and precariously for one of his 90 mile training rides.
Whadya say? Come on...time to chill!
Love you,
Susan
Dear Susan,
Sorry I will not be in San Francisco to greet you and Kate.
I love you brilliant concept for a dark and disturbing film...with Dad and myself as the stars!
But the whole think of Mom on ice is daft. It is very hot out there in the outback. Mom is likely to thaw out somewhere around Barstow and then will confusedly run berzerk through the town.
Look before you leap!
Jeff
Dear Judy,
Paul has the look of a very caring person.
Your neice, Susan may be very caring but she is definitely yanking your chain bigtime. Do not allow yourself to be buried under 100 bags of Kroger crushed ice!
Dry ice? Maybe...
Dindi
PS Your son seems so tired these days he cannot even manage to reread what he write to see if it sticks together. And "spellcheck"!!?
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