On my mind…

Tiptoe through the window,             By the window, that’s where I’ll be,  Come tiptoe through the tulips with me. ~ Al Dubin & Joe Burke

I don’t know why this song was on my mind as I walked this morning.  I must have wanted someone to walk with me, but I didn’t see a single tulip.  The eye-catching beauty of the day was the ubiquitous azalea in all its glorious shades and hues and not one blooming at the same pace as another, rather like people, no?

I ponder as I walk.  Whatever pops in gets a bit of my time.  Today it was a bizarre incident from yesterday when I went shopping to pick up a couple of things I  needed.  As I was entering the doors of the store a sixty-ish white male walked briskly past me and tossed out, “What’s a liberal doing at the Wal-Mart?”  He didn’t slow down for an answer which is just as well since I stood there like a deer in the headlights wondering what the hell he meant.  Oh, yeah.  I have an Obama sticker on my car so he felt free to comment as if it were any of his business.  I decided I should come up with a retort for future reference in case there are others who feel inclined to challenge my views in public.  I thought of quite a few but most would not be appropriate as they would lower me to his level.  I decided on–“I find that question rather strange.  Why would you ask me that?”  I wonder what he would have done if I’d yelled, “Help! Police!”  After all I did feel somewhat accosted, threatened by him.

The fact that I felt threatened makes me a little sad, I think.  It speaks to the notion that I can still be intimidated by the physically stronger male in society.  Why is that?  I don’t really think I was physically in any danger.  If I were to take him on verbally and intellectually I would smash him like a bug.

Okay.  I’ve worked through the sadness.  Don’t have time for that.  Now I’m damned angry and I’m putting on my armor.  As soon as I finish this post I’m going to order t-shirts and yard signs and visors and everyone I meet will know I’m voting for Barack Obama.  I’m prepared to discuss it sanely with those who care to talk.  Those who simply want to stir it up are going to know I’ve been stirred.  (BTW, there’s nothing passive about that last sentence!)  Bring’em on!

Note:  This last photo is obviously not an azalea.  It’s a Lady Banks Rose and it blooms profusely every spring.  Then I whack it off and wait for it to come back next year.  I love it anew every spring.  It  makes my heart sing.


17 thoughts on “On my mind…

  1. Oooh, I love that rosebush…And good for you for sticking to what you believe in!
    Nothing annoys me more than the way I go dumb and mute when someone verbally attacks me. Then in the next half hour I endlessly replay the scene with all manners of clever comebacks. Sigh …;)


  2. Love the flowers and the metaphor (even if you didn’t realise you’d written it!!).

    As to what the intrusive man stated you could always ask “What, specifically, would you like to know?” Then the door is open to query anything you want!!


  3. Looks like Lady Banks is your symbol – whacked down and springing up stronger than ever! Oh for the gift of swift repartee. I can always come up with smart answers by the dozen – but not at the time they are needed. And so glad you are standing up for your beliefs.


    • Hi Catterel. I didn’t realize I had written a metaphor for myself but I guess I did. 🙂 I do keep coming back no matter how many times, or how badly, I get whacked.

      “The gift of swift repartee” would have been most welcome yesterday–and lots of times. Thanks for your supportive words.


  4. Oh, gosh! You have made me really want spring to come. I was out walking a couple of days ago and noticed that there are a couple of daffodils blooming. I think daffodils always signal the spring for me. I live in Canada and right around the time I was eight there was a huge campaign for the Canadian Cancer Society, that ran for many, many years with a girl singing a song about Daffodils. They also sell daffodils in April for National Cancer awareness month. I don’t think at the time I really realized that getting pretty yellow flowers was supporting cancer research, it was more the sense of hope and renewal. I am not sure why, one of those long ago associations I’m sure, but I always associate daffodils with spring and hope. Here are the lyrics for the song… I am trying to find an audio because it really is beautiful.

    “What do daffodils do?
    They laugh at winter and spring right through
    If they can turn rainy skies sunny, I can try too
    That’s what, that’s what daffodils do

    Daffodils bloom when you least expect it
    Daffodils know that summer is next
    They make a promise for me to follow
    If I make a promise I would color it yellow
    That’s what, that’s what daffodils do.”

    Thanks for the pictures. They really lifted my spirits today. It was really really unseasonably nice for about a week but it feels like we are back in the deep freeze again and everything is grey so it is nice to see life somewhere!
    xoxo – S.


    • Here is short radio comercial with the first lines… Best I could do!
      [audio src="http://web.archive.org/web/20010705231702/http://www.msdg.net/daffodils/media/radio.wav" /]


      • Thanks, S. I love the song. It has such a happy, hopeful lilt to it. BTW, daffodils are long since bloomed out here in Charlotte. The mountains of NC are somewhere between where you are and where I am, seasonally speaking. Charlotte is in the flat part of the state. Much lower elevation. I do love the blooming of the daffies, though, and I’m glad they’re starting to bloom for you. Can spring be far behind? Hold that thought.

        I’m happy that my blossoms cheered you a bit. I wish you sunshine.



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