25 June 2006

A View from the Porch

It finally started raining around 10:30 last night. The grumble of the thunderstorm drew me out to the porch, and that’s pretty much where I’ve spent the last 24 hours. My rocking chair, my laptop, my cats, a good book, and a great thunderstorm. [Crikey; am I turning into Celestine Sibley?]

My chubby little toes and I enjoy the rainstorm from the porch

I have a great little porch. It’s set into the building, so my neighbors can’t see me when I’m out here. I look out onto trees, so there’s nothing but green in front of me. Nobody else has been on their porches or patios this weekend, so I've had the back to myself. I turned off the music early this afternoon so that I could enjoy the rattle of rain and the silence of Sunday. It’s barely drizzling now. The birds are back to singing, and I’ve spent the last 20 minutes watching a lizard slither around the ground. Everything’s so green, so quiet. Hard to believe I’m just a mile or so from Peachtree.

[Good Lord, I am turning into Celestine Sibley, aren’t I?]

Maggie’s view from the porch

I came out this morning with my friend Walter’s latest novel. I love spending a Sunday reading a book from cover to cover. Today's book — Feet of Clay, published under his pen name Ruth Birmingham — is a good, quick-read murder mystery set in Georgia. Walter writes a strong female character, but he may get a lecture on perpetuating the overtly racist Southern gentleman stereotype. Still recommend it, though, if you’re a mystery fan.

Shameless plug: If you’re in Atlanta, pick up Feet of Clay or any number of titles at Chapter 11 Books, a good local chain that’s coming back from, well, chapter 11. (Perry, I would have linked the book to y’all, but you don’t have separate URLs for individual titles.) If you’re not in Atlanta, you can order online and support an independently owned bookstore.

Otto’s view from the porch

I had a meltdown and long cry with my best friend today. There’s a lot going on that has left me scared and lonely and heartbroken, and I just couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. I tend to let people think that life is great and sunny and fun and full of music … when instead I want to cry and scream and have someone listen to me. I’m truly blessed to have that beautiful friend, who tells me she’s happy that I’m crying and feeling sorry for myself. My façade doesn’t fool her, but she knows me well enough to be patient for the occasional meltdown. I can’t say I feel any less sad or scared, but I know I’m deeply loved. As she says, change is scary — but good will come from it. At least I have a good porch.

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At 6/25/2006 10:04:00 PM, Blogger Dale said...

Hey we both wrote about change today but definitely different kinds.

Glad you had your good friend there to help you let your own rain fall.

Change is scary but not when you're wishing on the Coinstar. I know - dumb.

At 6/25/2006 10:05:00 PM, Blogger Master Peebody said...

Sitting out side on your rocking chair on the porch with the rain coming down while reading, i'd love to do that! It sounds so awesome. All i need to do now is buy a rocking chair and go build a porch. :)

Everyone needs to cry every now and then. Noone should have to keep things bottled up inside. Thats fantastic that you have a friend that is there for you when you need them. I hope you start to feel happier and less scared very soon. ;)

At 6/25/2006 10:15:00 PM, Blogger Beth said...

DALE: That's two laughs you got out of me today. And I may make "wishing on a Coinstar" this week's catch phrase.

MASTER PEEBODY: It is pretty great. Thanks for the good wishes. And I'm enjoying your adventure right now.

At 6/26/2006 09:09:00 AM, Anonymous HollyC said...

Sorry to hear about the tears, but not too suprised. It sounds like a perfect day for it, and that can be a good thing...

At 6/26/2006 04:54:00 PM, Blogger Benny said...

Hey Beth!

I want an Otto cat! Mine would be an Olaf, though- a nod to his breed, and to the only EE Cummings poem I ever enjoyed.

Beth, I'm sorry you're feeling the weight of your changes, but I'm also very glad to read that you're being optimistic. It's no accident that good things happen to positive people.

Failing optimism or CoinStar, there's the "Everybody Hurts" video on YouTube. ;-)

Take care of yourself,


At 6/26/2006 06:11:00 PM, Blogger Grant Miller said...

That so weird you have six toes.

At 6/26/2006 06:21:00 PM, Blogger Beth said...

HOLLY: It was a good tearshed. I feel a helluva lot better ... and there are some possibilities out there.

BENNY: Isn't Otto a doll? He's quite the mama's boy, too. He's named for our favorite kid's book illustrator (J. Otto Seibold). I've been watching Jeff Buckley's "So Real" video over and over. You MUST watch it ... when his fingers run across the handlebars ...

GRANT: I am weird.

At 6/26/2006 06:34:00 PM, Blogger Dan said...

Oh, da Toe!

At 6/26/2006 06:42:00 PM, Blogger Beth said...

Don't forget the Magpie ... or your girl will shred your aching wrist.

At 6/27/2006 04:56:00 AM, Blogger barista brat said...

beth, i'm glad you have such a good friend.
i know it sounds so cliche, but what doesn't kill ya....

btw - ur kitties are supah cute!


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