I named my iPhone "Thomasina" after the 1960s Disney film "The Three Lives of Thomasina." It was a story about a cat and the impact she had on her family. The Father, a Veterinarian who mistakenly believed the only animals worth saving were working animals, lost his faith in God when his Wife died. The Daughter turned her heart against her Father when he failed to save her cat, Thomasina, who the children took to the pretty "witch" in the woods with the request to bring her back to life. Then the Daughter became ill, and she lost the will to live. It was a Disney film, so of course the "Witch" and the Veterinarian initially get together when protesting the harsh treatment of the Gypsies donkeys--this common bond led to their falling in love. As luck would have it, Thomasina was brought back to life and as she slowly overcame her amnesia, she remembered bits and pieces of her former life and she returned to the Daughter "just in the nick of time" to save her life. They all lived happily ever after as a family. The story was narrated by Thomasina. I love that sappy-happy story. The verdict is still out on my iPhone having a sappy-happy ending.
My iPhone, Thomasina, died when she hit the floor the other day. I keep hoping she will revive herself, like she did when Bandit drowned her a few months back. Pre-drowning=Thomasina's First Life. Post-drowning=Thomasina's Second Life. If Thomasina heals herself after this fall, it will be her Third Life--just like the Disney cat.
I'm trying to give Thomasina enough time to revive--I bought her too quickly when my last phone died--within a day or two of purchasing Thomasina, the old phones white screen returned to normal. Had I put off the iPhone purchase, I would probably still be using the other phone.
So far I've given Thomasina two full days to recover. There are still some signs of life in the old girl (e.g. the initial white screen has changed to a white screen with vertical stripes on the right-hand side--and when plugged into my MAC, her background color changed to chartreuse. Also her alarms and alerts continue to sound, etc.); however, Thomasina's healing is not looking promising...today we are back to a white screen w/vertical right-hand lines. Time will tell. But once again, the holidays are approaching and I am without a phone...so I have to decide how much time I will allow for the healing of Thomasina--maybe if she is resurrected on the fourth day I can rename her "Lazarus." I'm just not sure I can last two more days.
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Bait
Quite a few years ago I wrote a Children's Story as the B-day gift for the daughter of a friend. It's a simple story and I had fun during the writing process. I sent it to a publisher I met at a Writers Conference Retreat weekend. Nothing ever came of it--except I received a personal rejection letter from the publisher rather than a form letter from an assistant of an assistant. (FYI: You're supposed to be really impressed with the personalized, high-level of my rejection.)
Several years ago I was driving home from St. Louis and I came to a wonderfully picturesque area on old Route 66 which was dotted with interesting barns, antique shops, flea markets, and herds of cows mooing at their gates, etc. I was intrigued by the different colored tags in the ears of the cows and wondered at the different meanings they might have. The vague form of a second Children's Story started to take shape. I jotted down a few ideas of the adventures of a couple of calf-sisters and a "moral" of the story. I also took "inspiration pictures" of the area and a few of the cows. I thought I saved the information to a computer file or a note on my iPhone. Try as hard as I might, I can not locate the information. I recall one of the adventures involved escaping from a flash-flood in a canyon. I know nothing about the nature of flash-floods in canyons or how one would escape. I would like to include factual and realistic--but simple--escape plans; however, I never seem to be at a computer to google this information when I think of it. Those are just a few of my excuses for not attempting to write the story.
About six months ago, I was at one of my favorite Half Price Books store perusing the $1 Clearance Rack when I spotted "The Worst Case Scenario Book of Survival Questions." My friend, Alicia, had been reading a book in which the heroin faced every natural disaster known to man except a swarm of locusts and the Death Angel passing over, and quite frankly, by the end of the book even they may have made an appearance! I thought the calf-sisters should face several hard-ships or adventures with increasingly "bad" things happening to them--but not so bad as to be nightmare-inducing to young readers. When I saw the Scenario book, I bought it thinking it would be a great resource if I ever did write the story of the calf-sisters.
I still have not read the Scenario book. Nor have I found the outline or notes I made on the calf-sister story-line and moral. Last night I glanced through the Scenario book ISO information related to surviving flash-floods, or any disaster in a canyon setting. This particular Scenario book does not have this information. But, I found a "Survival Aptitude" test at the end of the book and decided to take the test and rate myself. I viewed the test as a sort of "pre-test." After I actually read the book I'll take it again as a "post-test" and see how much I've improved in my survival skills knowledge.
I thought I did pretty well on the test...until I tallied my score.
According to the Scenario book, I am "an accident waiting to happen." And the parting sentence of advice to me was, "Try not to leave the house." Presumably, because I would die or at the very least, be harmed. Seriously. In fact, the Scenario book classified me as "Bait." I'm pretty sure Martha Stewart would not say, "this is a good thing." In fact, I'm thinking, I may not be safe to be around! Maybe I should go ahead and retire to a cabin in the woods in order to spare my friends, coworkers, and total strangers I come into contact with while walking on the street or shopping, from suffering some terrible disaster because they come into contact with me. Of course, the woods can be full of "Lions, and Tigers, and Bears...Oh, My!"
On second thought, since I'm "bait," retiring to a cabin in the woods might not be the safest place for me! This has got me to wondering where would be a safe place for me to retire? So far, I have only come up with the safety net below the tight-rope at the three-ring circus. But, now that I think of it, while I would probably feel at home among the flurry of activity at the circus, with my luck an acrobat would fall from the wire above and land on me.
Several years ago I was driving home from St. Louis and I came to a wonderfully picturesque area on old Route 66 which was dotted with interesting barns, antique shops, flea markets, and herds of cows mooing at their gates, etc. I was intrigued by the different colored tags in the ears of the cows and wondered at the different meanings they might have. The vague form of a second Children's Story started to take shape. I jotted down a few ideas of the adventures of a couple of calf-sisters and a "moral" of the story. I also took "inspiration pictures" of the area and a few of the cows. I thought I saved the information to a computer file or a note on my iPhone. Try as hard as I might, I can not locate the information. I recall one of the adventures involved escaping from a flash-flood in a canyon. I know nothing about the nature of flash-floods in canyons or how one would escape. I would like to include factual and realistic--but simple--escape plans; however, I never seem to be at a computer to google this information when I think of it. Those are just a few of my excuses for not attempting to write the story.
About six months ago, I was at one of my favorite Half Price Books store perusing the $1 Clearance Rack when I spotted "The Worst Case Scenario Book of Survival Questions." My friend, Alicia, had been reading a book in which the heroin faced every natural disaster known to man except a swarm of locusts and the Death Angel passing over, and quite frankly, by the end of the book even they may have made an appearance! I thought the calf-sisters should face several hard-ships or adventures with increasingly "bad" things happening to them--but not so bad as to be nightmare-inducing to young readers. When I saw the Scenario book, I bought it thinking it would be a great resource if I ever did write the story of the calf-sisters.
I still have not read the Scenario book. Nor have I found the outline or notes I made on the calf-sister story-line and moral. Last night I glanced through the Scenario book ISO information related to surviving flash-floods, or any disaster in a canyon setting. This particular Scenario book does not have this information. But, I found a "Survival Aptitude" test at the end of the book and decided to take the test and rate myself. I viewed the test as a sort of "pre-test." After I actually read the book I'll take it again as a "post-test" and see how much I've improved in my survival skills knowledge.
I thought I did pretty well on the test...until I tallied my score.
According to the Scenario book, I am "an accident waiting to happen." And the parting sentence of advice to me was, "Try not to leave the house." Presumably, because I would die or at the very least, be harmed. Seriously. In fact, the Scenario book classified me as "Bait." I'm pretty sure Martha Stewart would not say, "this is a good thing." In fact, I'm thinking, I may not be safe to be around! Maybe I should go ahead and retire to a cabin in the woods in order to spare my friends, coworkers, and total strangers I come into contact with while walking on the street or shopping, from suffering some terrible disaster because they come into contact with me. Of course, the woods can be full of "Lions, and Tigers, and Bears...Oh, My!"
On second thought, since I'm "bait," retiring to a cabin in the woods might not be the safest place for me! This has got me to wondering where would be a safe place for me to retire? So far, I have only come up with the safety net below the tight-rope at the three-ring circus. But, now that I think of it, while I would probably feel at home among the flurry of activity at the circus, with my luck an acrobat would fall from the wire above and land on me.
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