I love the Marx Brothers. I have all their movies. And recently I was asked "Why a duck?", which brings to mind a classic Marx Brothers routine from the movie Cocoanuts. So when I was asked why Donna Duck I reply "Why not?" Herein follows the whole exchange between Groucho and Chico.
Why a duck?
To wit I answer: Why not (which is a whole 'nother routine by Dayton Allen, which just goes to show you my real age)
Goodbye and good luck.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Donna Duck's Top Tune of the Day
Angels
Okay, so a duck isn't exactly an angel, but she has been on her good behavior all day and she thought I might like this song to cheer me up. She wanted me to share it with you. Her voice is still somewhat undetermined but she is flying high. Actually, she has not made an appearance today. I am hoping tomorrow morning my Donna Duck call will entice her, like the Sirens did to Ulysses lashed to the mast of his ship.
It's a miserable day. Hope this works to add a dimension to the day that may have been lacking.
Actually, the song put me in mind of my late great uncle Hal Levine and his equally late wife Carol. It was the second marriage for both. She was a bit of an odd duck (sorry Donna). She had a thing for angels. The whole living room was covered with her renderings of angels in various media. And not very good renderings at that, but, then, that is how she envisioned the angels in her life. It was my first and only visit to Milwaukee. Went the Summer before my dad's death. Death, death, death, the boys are marching. Anyway, we went to Milwaukee for a long weekend. The nice part was the sightseeing and getting to see the Brewers play the Houston Astros at Miller Park with the roof open (ostensibly for the angels). Got a helluva sunburn that day. Lake Michigan seems like a dream to me now. Anyway...I digress...keep me on point Donna.
Donna says take a break and take it easy. Or in Hyphen's words, and verily I say unto you...go gently and breathe (And here you were thinking I don't pay attention to your cues to be mindful)
Okay, so a duck isn't exactly an angel, but she has been on her good behavior all day and she thought I might like this song to cheer me up. She wanted me to share it with you. Her voice is still somewhat undetermined but she is flying high. Actually, she has not made an appearance today. I am hoping tomorrow morning my Donna Duck call will entice her, like the Sirens did to Ulysses lashed to the mast of his ship.
It's a miserable day. Hope this works to add a dimension to the day that may have been lacking.
Actually, the song put me in mind of my late great uncle Hal Levine and his equally late wife Carol. It was the second marriage for both. She was a bit of an odd duck (sorry Donna). She had a thing for angels. The whole living room was covered with her renderings of angels in various media. And not very good renderings at that, but, then, that is how she envisioned the angels in her life. It was my first and only visit to Milwaukee. Went the Summer before my dad's death. Death, death, death, the boys are marching. Anyway, we went to Milwaukee for a long weekend. The nice part was the sightseeing and getting to see the Brewers play the Houston Astros at Miller Park with the roof open (ostensibly for the angels). Got a helluva sunburn that day. Lake Michigan seems like a dream to me now. Anyway...I digress...keep me on point Donna.
Donna says take a break and take it easy. Or in Hyphen's words, and verily I say unto you...go gently and breathe (And here you were thinking I don't pay attention to your cues to be mindful)
Donna Duck
Is in need of her own voice. Not prone to fowl language she sounds as if she is voiced by the Czarina. Thus she is a duck in search of her own voice. Please leave comments if you have an idea of what she should sound like. She is as real as the Czarina and not just the Czarina's alter ego. She has a voice to be determined by your feedback.
Thanks
The Management.
Thanks
The Management.
Another sleepless in East Lansing
A sleepless night. A quasi sleepless night. It was a long night. Didn't get to sleep until almost 2:00 and then was up at 5:00 a.m. Also, it got cold last night so. About 4:30 I covered up with a pillow, too lazy to get up and get the quilt. Once again I couldn't get motating until later so I did not practice music this morning.
Gonif is zooming around the condo, which is good to see as he has been a little too quiet of late. He had some turkey this morning and took off like a bat outta hell. Yankel is pulling treats from the self-serve treat tower. Gastric gave the boys some new treats and he is trying them out. From the sound of the tower they are a hit. Simcha is looking out on a cloudy morning. It's light out, but not as light out as it was two weeks ago. Time marches on.
Donna Duck here:
The Czarina is once again indisposed, feeling far too sorry for herself for, among other things, not sleeping well last night and having to pull a ten hour day today. Hopefully she remembers the duck feed this morning as I am a tad hungry. She loves having me to come to her blog aid. I expect to be a regular contributor. And I know she will remember me when school is in session and will continue to leave food out for me as by then I will have become dependent on her gentle hand feeding.
Thank you Donna for filling in. The Czarina is back. Yankel is now having a morning zoom. More like a trot, but some movement nonetheless. And Gonif is on his tail. Simcha is eating some treats thanks to the largesse of Gastric.
It's a cold morning and day for mid July. Just a harbinger of things to come I am afraid. The students will be back in just over a month. Yes Donna the students. You'll be dodging them as they terrorize the campus with gay abandon.
Off to work.
Gonif is zooming around the condo, which is good to see as he has been a little too quiet of late. He had some turkey this morning and took off like a bat outta hell. Yankel is pulling treats from the self-serve treat tower. Gastric gave the boys some new treats and he is trying them out. From the sound of the tower they are a hit. Simcha is looking out on a cloudy morning. It's light out, but not as light out as it was two weeks ago. Time marches on.
Donna Duck here:
The Czarina is once again indisposed, feeling far too sorry for herself for, among other things, not sleeping well last night and having to pull a ten hour day today. Hopefully she remembers the duck feed this morning as I am a tad hungry. She loves having me to come to her blog aid. I expect to be a regular contributor. And I know she will remember me when school is in session and will continue to leave food out for me as by then I will have become dependent on her gentle hand feeding.
Thank you Donna for filling in. The Czarina is back. Yankel is now having a morning zoom. More like a trot, but some movement nonetheless. And Gonif is on his tail. Simcha is eating some treats thanks to the largesse of Gastric.
It's a cold morning and day for mid July. Just a harbinger of things to come I am afraid. The students will be back in just over a month. Yes Donna the students. You'll be dodging them as they terrorize the campus with gay abandon.
Off to work.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Puking cat
I had an insight in therapy and the more I think about it the more,it seems true. Remember I told you about yelling at Gonif for puking? Well, I used to get blamed for causing my mother distress when I got sick. It was all about her. I got sick to hurt her. That's how I was feeling when I yelled at the poor cat for puking. And he didn't understand the yelling. I was just way off base.
And I was pondering how my mother came to be a mean mother and had to look at her mother, Dorothy. She was a saint to me but maybe she was distant as a mother. And I learned from everyone that I was at the nexus of the family problems. Dad used to call me names and would say he was just kidding and couldn't I take a joke. And I remember one time dad and I had a tussle over seating the the couch and he physically pushed me off the couch onto the floor and to this day I get spasms in my neck from landing on it that day. I didn't stand a chance as a kid. I tried to be the clown, the good child, the wild child, a conciliator but none of those roles worked for me. I just keep coming back to the lack of parenting I had. And the fact hat dad and I had ten good years together after my mom died really didn't make up for it. I didn't get to be a kid, I was a caretaker, an enabler, a parent to my parent. Dorothy provided a certain relief but even she could be cold and distant at time if she thought I had been bad.
So that was therapy today. I can't wind down or relax. My mind is going a mile a minute, I am manic with these words and thoughts. Maybe time for a pill. Or time to give Gonif some more turkey and not yell at him if he pukes,
And I was pondering how my mother came to be a mean mother and had to look at her mother, Dorothy. She was a saint to me but maybe she was distant as a mother. And I learned from everyone that I was at the nexus of the family problems. Dad used to call me names and would say he was just kidding and couldn't I take a joke. And I remember one time dad and I had a tussle over seating the the couch and he physically pushed me off the couch onto the floor and to this day I get spasms in my neck from landing on it that day. I didn't stand a chance as a kid. I tried to be the clown, the good child, the wild child, a conciliator but none of those roles worked for me. I just keep coming back to the lack of parenting I had. And the fact hat dad and I had ten good years together after my mom died really didn't make up for it. I didn't get to be a kid, I was a caretaker, an enabler, a parent to my parent. Dorothy provided a certain relief but even she could be cold and distant at time if she thought I had been bad.
So that was therapy today. I can't wind down or relax. My mind is going a mile a minute, I am manic with these words and thoughts. Maybe time for a pill. Or time to give Gonif some more turkey and not yell at him if he pukes,
Donna Duck here
The Czarina is currently indisposed, laying in the fetal position on the couch. So I thought I would take over the blog for a while.
First I wanna thank all the good folks who suggested that the Czarina get duck food for me. While I loved the bread sticks they were not good for my girlish figure. The Duck Chow is very good and I favor the corn over the smaller seeds.
Second, thanks to all the good library folks on the loading dock in the morning for feeding this orphan of the storm, I know the Czarina feels a special affinity with the orphan of the storm.
The indisposed Czarina wants to mention that on the way to Hyphen's she and JB saw four young deers, two male two female, eating leaves off a tree. I guess the Czarina did not have deer chow or else she would have stopped to feed them.
The Czarina is very tired from her session with Hyphen and not feeling too well physically. Maybe because all she had today was a Coke. She should learn to take better care of herself, like she does me.
So, I am looking forward to seeing my library friends on the dock in the morning. I have a hankering for corn, and, yes, bread sticks too. But to keep the peace I shall only partake of the corn and seeds.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled program.
First I wanna thank all the good folks who suggested that the Czarina get duck food for me. While I loved the bread sticks they were not good for my girlish figure. The Duck Chow is very good and I favor the corn over the smaller seeds.
Second, thanks to all the good library folks on the loading dock in the morning for feeding this orphan of the storm, I know the Czarina feels a special affinity with the orphan of the storm.
The indisposed Czarina wants to mention that on the way to Hyphen's she and JB saw four young deers, two male two female, eating leaves off a tree. I guess the Czarina did not have deer chow or else she would have stopped to feed them.
The Czarina is very tired from her session with Hyphen and not feeling too well physically. Maybe because all she had today was a Coke. She should learn to take better care of herself, like she does me.
So, I am looking forward to seeing my library friends on the dock in the morning. I have a hankering for corn, and, yes, bread sticks too. But to keep the peace I shall only partake of the corn and seeds.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled program.
Hyphen Day
Well, I saw Hyphen and got out a little over two hours ago and I have been laying in the fetal.position for the last few hours. It was a difficult session, as they all have been lately. The books I have been reading have kept me focused on a number of issues so even outside the confines of the office I am working on them. I have been reading a great deal and processing that. Now I am processing the session, to wit to woo, Hyphen referred to herself as Hyphen. I love it. We discussed some of my past injurious behavior and how Hyphen impacted the current state of my being. Process, process, process. The former Clovella is basically out of my life. I doubt if I can resume social relations with her. I did like how Hyphen framed the conversation or letter to Patricia, saying I just could not be the type of friend she needed at that was a painful recognition for me. And the best part of it is that is it very true.
I haven't been able to eat all day as I have been very anxious. Lunch was a Coke. Strangely still anxious and not hungry. Maybe some more time in the fetal position is needed. I've decided Gonif is my role model today. Here is his version of my present position. After the shoddy treatment I gave him last Friday, to which I have owned up, I am being a good mom today, the kind I wish I could have had and the kind I truly want to be.
I haven't been able to eat all day as I have been very anxious. Lunch was a Coke. Strangely still anxious and not hungry. Maybe some more time in the fetal position is needed. I've decided Gonif is my role model today. Here is his version of my present position. After the shoddy treatment I gave him last Friday, to which I have owned up, I am being a good mom today, the kind I wish I could have had and the kind I truly want to be.
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