The Furious Spinner

Today after weeks of not sleeping well—hell, years of not sleeping well—I turned to Mario and said, "I'm crankier than a two dollar whore." He looked at me for a moment, then said, "They are particularly cranky?" "Well think about it," I said. Don't know where that came from, but Mario keeps going on these riffs about why a two dollar whore would be feeling a bit off kilter. I used to hate that word: whore. Then I read Barbara Walker's entry on the "houri" in her The Woman's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets. She says the "houris were dancing 'Ladies of the Hour' who kept time in heaven and tended the star-souls...Each ruled a certain hour of the night...." They were sacred prostitutes, instructing men on the holy rites of the Goddess.

In any case, I've felt mean all day. Tonight I shall sleep. I realize I haven't posted much news. It's all too depressing. If we have to put up with this bickering for eight months, no one is going to vote. Last night I went to the Democratic meeting here. It was like most meetings are: torturous. They started the meeting by turning to the flag and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. I stood, with my arms folded. I don't pledge allegiance to a flag. Or to any republic. I pledge allegiance to this planet. To my husband. That's about it. I felt rather petulant, but I wasn't going to say it. So I didn't.

We watched the movie 21 Grams (pop-up). Talk about confusing and depressing. I think I'm off movies for a while. 0 comments

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