1 month ago
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Okay, the natives are not just restless, they are on the rampage. My sis AND her husband just lost their jobs today when the company they work for went out of business- closed its doors - after years... they have worked there 22 years. For that established company to just fold up and close their doors in the tiny community of McMinnville, Ore is just beyond comprehension. So two of my 4 living siblings (not including me) are currently among the unemployed in this great nation.
The world has gone mad. That dream (nightmare) about being a bag lady who lives under a bridge (which I've nursed for years), seems to be howling at all of our doors for real.
When I was a young girl, my cousin played with Barbies. She brought the dolls, the paraphernalia (clothes, tiny high heeled shoes, brushes and purses, the car and even Ken & Skipper...) I didn't get into it.
I was into trolls. Yes, trolls. I had an entire family - nearly naked Mom & Dad with salt & pepper long hair, (no cheap ones... those cheap soft imitation ones with "lucky" horse shoes on their feet didn't count: they had to be originals, made out of that HARD plastic with tan skin and little toes), a few kids with neon pink and cool blue hair... no accessories to speak of because all they had were the clothes they were wearing when you bought them and no shoes. I did find a "troll house" while dumpster diving after the neighbor moved away... it was cool and shaped like a little tree house; not the uptown condo-living Barbie would have required. The white collar, rich suburbia life never ever appealed to me even at a young age. Give me the country, the little people, the trees, the streams and the fields and I'm a happy camper.
I realize, after looking over this post, that indeed it is the trolls themselves who have become the savages. Sorry. Sometimes it happens.