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Interior decorator can help spruce up the house for company. But you can come view them all tonight at the WINTER ARTS FESTIVAL! The party starts at six o'clock. We'll be open daily from 10-9 right through Christmas eve. Saddle Creek South 2055 West Street at Poplar Lots of your favorite local artists like
Hud and the kids and I are settling in to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and of course, The National Dog Show. The turkey's browning. Most of the trees are decorated. It's going to be a peaceful day at home.
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The cat is going to be the death of me. After all these years, Aida has decided that if it's good enough for the Pappies, it's good enough for her...
Girlfriend has decided to use the little kids' pee pee pads to do do her, um, dooty. I keep a couple of pads in hidden places so that Zali and Simone can relieve themselves if they get left in the house for too long. Or it's raining. They refuse to go out in the rain. Oh, hell. They were trained on them and I've never been able to get rid of them completely. It's saved my rugs and floors on many occasions.
I didn't mind when we were held late at a show and Zoe used one. Seriously. Those things can hold twelve gallons of Labrador tinkle and movement larger than Zali. I've seen the evidence. I couldn't punish her. I was grateful.
Now see, a dog will unload, if you will and clear the dock. Cats feel the need to disguise their waste. It embarrasses them. Only the scratching of a pee pee pad dumps the contents onto the floor. Further attempts to cover it grinds it into the hardwood.
I clean up the pads three times a day. Or more. And yes, her litter box is pristine. It's the pads.
She's thirteen. Seems you CAN teach an old cat new tricks.
David Sedaris came to Memphis yesterday to tout his latest, Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk, A Modest Bestiary. It's a collection of fables, populated by talking animals. But you would know that already if you knew what a bestiary was.
Mr. Sedaris did a reading from the book and commented on the work. He is a marvelous reader, inflection and tone being the key to humor. My favorite part was the readings he did from his diary. Most were jokes people told him. Delicious tidbits like how his partner, Hugh, loves to meet new people. They've recently bought a new home in England and Hugh has made great sport of meeting every person in the entire British countryside. David said he, however, had been known to close the door if he saw one of his neighbors coming and hide until they left. How ironic is it that someone who hides from the people next door wants to spend hours chitchatting with complete strangers?
Hud and I waited five and a half hours for our turn at bat. He did not disappoint. Giving him a copy for our friend's son, JP, he inscribed, "I am steaming that I didn't get to meet you." He then retrieved a large bag and fizzled around. Pulling out a comb from the Ritz Carlton in New York, he penned, "For JP, in case of emergencies. David Sedaris"
I was enchanted. I told him, "I had a grandmother you would have adored. She was horrible." We were leaving and Hud asked if I were going to tell him a grandmother Becky story. I replied that other people were waiting. David pulled out a Zip Loc bag containing peanuts in the shell, pale yellow yarn and a handwritten note reading, "SQUIRREL". Extracting a peanut, he reared back in his chair and drawled, "I have a minute..."
I took a deep breath.
When Hud and I had first started dating, my grandfather EW had to be hospitalized. Hud drove me down. It was late when we arrived and my parents insisted that Hud stay the night. They gave up their room at my grandparents home to him, staying at my mother's family home across town. I slept in the den.
In the morning, I awakened and made coffee. My parents showed up. My mother started making breakfast. Becky awoke, proceeded to the bathroom and started a shower. The house was built like a t-bone. The kitchen and living room were the center of the home. My grandparent's room, bath and guest room were perpendicular to them. The bath was in between the master and guest rooms. Hud got up and came into the kitchen. We heard the shower turn off. My mother asked Hud if it were alright for her to get something out of the bedroom she had left behind. She opened the door. I remembered that I had to ask her something, so I followed her. As my foot hit the hallway, the bathroom door flung open. There stood my wet, wrinkly grandmother, in her best showgirl pose, arm high in the air singing, "IIIIII"MMMMM NAAAAA-KED!"
Stunned, I squealed, "YES YOU ARE! AND YOU"RE BALD, TOO!" I jumped into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. "What in the hell was that?" asked my mother. "Something I am going to be in therapy a long time for..." I sighed.
The show wasn't meant for me. Her intention was to give Hud an eyeful of her, um, exquisite beauty.
Now, you have to understand, that in her day, Rebecca was a handsome woman. It was something she never quite got over. Not even when her hair fell out did she doubt her sex appeal. No man could come near her that she did not completely believe wanted to jump her bones.
To get the full picture, my grandmother was in her late seventies at the time, bald, sagging and droopy as gravity is wont to do to you in time. She wore a wig to cover the baldness. The only tweak I would have suggested, had I any empathy for her, would have been to tell her to lighten up on the hairline of her wig. She pulled it down to her eyebrows like a baseball cap, exposing four inches of bald skull in the back.
And her lipstick. Oh, her lipstick. Remember in the forties when it was fashionable to draw in your lip line to resemble a heart shaped mouth? She did that. Only the peaks of the heart reached clear up to her nostrils.
"Oh, she sounds delightful," he laughed.
If you get the chance, the charming David Sedaris is extremely generous with his time. The wait is long, but worth every minute.
Tonight, Hud and I will be swinging it up in the Botanical Gardens for a special event, Art for Hope benefiting Hope House. Hope House, run be the Junior League of Memphis, tends to the needs of HIV/AIDS affected children and their families. Originally begun with a fistful of volunteers in 1995, Hope House started by providing day care to 5 children three days a week. Now they care for 50 children and 150 adults who get hope from this house and its auxiliary services dedicated to improving the quality of their lives.
*Saturday Night Reteiver* I know. Punny. My friend Helen's dog Wayne looked exactly like John Travolta. I HAD to do it. Furry's Law of the Universe and all that.
So we will be there, entertaining the masses with our whimsical animal portraits. Forty percent of all goods sold benefit Hope House. Come on out if you're in town! There will be food, drink, music, over seventy-five artists and you'll be partying and purchasing for a truly fantastic cause!
Art for Hope,
tonight 5:30 - 9:30, tickets $20
at the Memphis Botanic Gardens, 750 Cherry Road
Would it help you get in the car and drive over if I threw in a gratuitous shot of Simone eating watermelon with a fork? ;D
Oh! If you ever have the need to be visually stimulated, go to a Comic and Fantasy Show! The place was crawling with Steam Punk, Goth, Illustrated and Emo kids.
Told you so.
This guy was there both days. The first day, he came as himself, well, he is a cross dresser, so yeah, herself, whatever. Saturday, he came out in Star Trek drag.
This ensemble was far superior to his street clothes. Girlfriend had on so much blue eyeshadow, I wanted to give her a Glamour Don't black bar to wear across her eyes.
Some of the thinnest women I have ever been around were tarted up in super hero garb, like Wonder Woman here.
Cat Woman and Jetta(?). I don't know. They were in a booth with Muley. We didn't get a picture of him. He could be a real ass.
Gary Freidrich, the creator of Ghost Rider had a booth near me. His son is dressed like the character. It's pitiful how corporate America treats artists. Mr. Freidrich never made a dime off the comics, figurines or movies. It was work for hire. The company claimed ownership and copyright. He was never consulted by the movies for advice. He fought for copyright and won, but the second movie did not ask his permission. Incredible.
This was an attendee. He called himself Chicken Head. Later in the day, he painted his face white so that it looked like a giant egg. I think I love him.
I know. Huh? I have no idea what he's wearing or who he's supposed to be. Tron? I'm not hip on my geek speak.
Come out to Memphis' first Comic and Fantasty Convention at the Cook Convention Center, downtown on the mighty Mississippi River! Grand opening starts at 1:00. The artist gallery and shops are open until seven, but the festivities go on until 11:30. Tomorrow we open at 10 and run until 7, but again, the other fun goes on until 11:30.