Tuesday, December 23, 2008

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Pulling My Life Together

Pulling My Life Together
Current mood: busy
Category: Life

It looks like hundreds of people--just short of 500--have read this blog. That doesn't seem likely, unless they look, then realize I haven't written about Art or politics, or whatever they want to read.
I went shopping today, for one Hanukkah gift, a hat, and some other things. I hit only Boscov's; they had it all. Now that it's very cold, I'm wearing a down jacket, but I lost my red hat to the mice in the garage. (I dumped everything.) I bought two much too small nightshirts that stretch. I liked them and I hope I lose weight so they won't look so awful. I love to shop and sometimes I buy too much. That happens when you grow up poor and wanting things you'll never get. After that, it's hard to say no to what you want.
When I was a young teenager, my fellow students dressed in beautiful clothes, with leather handbags and shoes that were expensive. Kids like to dress the same, and everyone who could did. I came from the same background they did, but my family couldn't afford those kind of clothes if they could afford any at all. I wore hand-me-downs from my older cousin in New York. My mom didn't sew well and neither did I, but we took in Cousin Sharon's dresses and jumpers. We hemmed. I must have looked strange. I think I was the only Jewish kid who dressed poor. I felt "less than", deprived, angry, and in pain. Junior High School is always torturous, but my experience was hell. I made it hell because I didn't know how to deal with my pain and anger. My mom thought my reality was my imagination and that left no one to tell. No wonder I couldn't wait to get out of that house and school.
Nothing improved, and I got crazier, until when I was nineteen, I started psychotherapy with an unusual guy. For a long time, looking back, I denigrated what he did for me, but finally, I realize he brought me out of psychosis. I'm still wacky, and I like wacky people. He used to call me a kook, but working with him, I was able to live in reality, and eventually, to have another child. (He thought that was nuts too.) I used to get fired regularly, but I see now that was okay. I was telling the truth, and bringing light onto the insanity of the work situations. Never a good idea, but I just couldn't play along. I still can't, but now I don't want to. Don't have to.
I went for more therapy later. That stint helped me delve into my deepest feelings and accept myself.
The moral of the story is that therapy can give a desperate person a satisfying life. Definitely worthwhile.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

Max’s Opinions
Current mood: busy
Category: Pets and Animals


Jaynee's friend Max is a Yellow Labrador Retriever who lives across the street. He read the articles by our cats and feels he should have an opportunity to speak his mind too.

Hi, I'm Max. The dog biscuit lady is my good friend. When I go outside, I like to spend my time with her. I remember when I lived there a little bit. I enjoyed eating the cat food and I could go up and down the three staircases. She fed me meat from her plate and gave me lots of pets. I loved running around her backyard too, it was perfect. She has no crates in her house. I would like to live there, with the biscuit lady. I tell her this every time I see her, but she doesn't understand.

My dad takes me outside and uses a hockey stick to throw my ball far away and I go catch it. He yells at me when I take care of doggie business on other lawns. I know I'm not a person; I'm a dog, why does he get angry? I sometimes get to talk with Moon when I sit by the woman's door. Moon says he wouldn't mind me living here if I could convince the biscuit lady to get better food. He says he has two brothers now, and his sister is still here. He's disgusted she's getting special food and he isn't. I assured him I would help him get lots of goodies.

I have certain beliefs that should be universal. Cars should be forbidden and junked. People should walk outside most of the day. Dogs should be able to walk without leashes visiting other dogs and people. People and dogs should eat the same food and share the table. There should always be meat for meals, particularly steak. Television should have one station—Animal Planet. Every evening, the dogs and families should relax and watch Animal Planet together with snacks being served at dog level. Cats should be kept in one room only. Their claws are dangerous. People should be de-barked so they do not yell at their dogs or each other. Hitting or beating a dog should be punishable by death. I am sure these maxims would ensure a better world.

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Crazed Email From a Guy in Delaware
Current mood: rushed
Category: News and Politics

HARRY MARTIN POLIS, poet-philosopher

E-mail: harrymartinpolis@yahoo.com


ICQ 10954537


This is a long story… When we moved down to Delaware, Jaynee began illustrating a book for two authors. As time went by, we all became friends. We enjoyed dinners out with these two couples and a friendship was brewing.

Jaynee likes to send my articles to friends and acquaintances. She included These authors and their spouses in her email list and sent them my articles. We usually get feedback from people. However, one of my articles lauding Obama got a different response. Here is a copy of the email sent by the female author's husband:

Obama is a very left-wing liberal democrat who has had a long relationship with a racist pastor and church, refused for the longest time to wear a US flag pin on his lapel, has one of the most liberal voting records in congress and NEVER tells the truth. he pretends to now because he's running for the Presidency. The GOP didn't lead us into two wars. they just finished what the dems started but didn't have the guts to finish! Clinton was handed Bin Laden on a silver platter back in the mid-nineties and let him off the hook. he also stripped the CIA of much of their power and funding, during his presidency, which resulted in the bad info Bush got.

How any intelligent person can be fooled by this rookie, wet-behind-the-ears phony is beyond me. You should thank GOD that Bush at least has the guts to fight the terrorists on their own ground rather than ours. If Obama wins this country will be doomed! If you think the terrorists want to be our friends and get along with us you are very naive.

People in this country had better wake up soon before its too late. Obama is a traitor and un-American just like the Dems. there's a very good reason why all these terrorist groups want to see him win!! I think people who support Obama must hate their own country because there's no logic behind this kind of support. A vote for Obama is a vote for defeat.

Later, the same man added:

there are a lot more criminals and killers who get off the hook because of some legal loop-hole found by their slimey lawyers. that happens a lot more than so-called 'innocent' people being in person and getting executed. how come THAT doesn't unsettle you!!?

I don't know who's a bigger threat to this country - Dems, liberals or terrorists, its a toss-up!
This is why we are no longer friends with these people. I am aware there are many conservative Americans, but I think this man's philosophy goes way beyond conservative. It's creepy.

Currently reading :
Dead to the World (Southern Vampire Mysteries, Book 4)
By Charlaine Harris
Release date: 2005-05-03

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

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Tigger: My Story

HARRY MARTIN POLIS, poet-philosopher
E-mail: harrymartinpolis@yahoo.com


ICQ # 10954537


Keke and Tigger

Hi, my name is Tigger. I'm the Ginger cat in the photo. The little black and white cat is my adopted son. We met on the streets of South Philadelphia. I had been surviving for a couple of years on whatever I could find. I usually hung out behind the shopping centers near the river with other cats. Life was hard. One day, in the summer of 2006, I took a walk into where the houses were and found Keke. He was pitiful. I took him under my wing and showed him how to search out food and stay safe. We enjoyed our time together and it was great to have a friend. When the weather started to cool off, I took Keke into a little residential street with me and we settled under a tree. Away from the river, there just wasn't any other place, but I though we would be okay there, in our little hideaway.

While we huddled under the tree, I watched the people who lived in the houses. One young woman looked especially interesting. There were cats in her house who I could see in the windows, and she talked to the little female cats who were strolling by. I didn't trust people, but I decided to ask this woman who loved cats if she would help us. I approached her on her steps a few times, and she told me she would look for a home for us. Success!!

Just a few days later, the young lady and her boyfriend, tricked us into cages and drove us out to Delaware to the lady's mother. Life became amazing and wonderful! They made a lovely home for us in the garage, fed us canned and hard food--no more trash!--and gave us the run of their yard and the park beyond. Keke loved the mom, and let her carry him around. I let her pet me and I could see she knew that was a great privilege. This summer, the mom brought us into the house with her other two cats, Moon and Autumn. Keke and I still cry. We can't help it; we remember our old life and we worry that we will have to live on the streets again. We're waiting and watching, but we're also enjoying our home.