Ghoulies October: Team BT (Page 15)

TriAya - 2010-10-06 4:27 PM

Whoops. So I can't call you Joe?

pdbman - 2010-10-06 12:23 PM Only about 15 more posts to pass up the Ghoulies. We can do this!

cottoneyes - 2010-10-06 12:53 PM

Have a good night y'all

Lonely toppage

TriAya - 2010-10-06 4:51 AM Y'all ... I live the weirdest life. (Judi's like, yeah, uh hum, tap tap tap, so? This is news?)

Sooo ... I'm spozed to do a quiet little run to my folks' house, take care of immigration/work permit papers at the main office in Jakarta, did that the morning I arrived, and pretty much snoozed because I was still getting over being sick the rest of the time.

Of COURSE, the day I'm to depart, we got some CRAZY SHYTE going on!!!

I try to sort through a box or drawer of stuff each time I'm home (my mom's stuff, photos and the like mostly). My sister does too. So I'm ploughing my way through piles of [okay, not BORING, but ... uh ... cultural stuff, actually it's really fascinating and so many extraordinary shots in places among peoples that simply don't exist anymore] of prints, when ...

I come across a REALLY decrepit manila envelope. I pick it up, and EWWWWW! Piles of yellow dust and the bodies of dead weevils spill out onto my running shorts. Blech. But what's this? A packet of really old black and white prints. Some even with curvy edges. Cute. Oh look, that's ... my brother! When he was a tiny baby! How cute. Paw paw paw. Oh look, that's ... Dwight D. Eisenhower? And that brown good looking dude next to him ... why that's my father's uncle! And they're at a dining table in a home! Who's that ... no, no, this must be taken from a book ... JFK?!?!? Getting a haircut? WHOA! That's Sukarno (Indonesia's first president) laughing with him in the barbershop! And ... OMG, that's my dad--he looks like 18! Actually he's in his mid-30s, but ... Nixon ... Nixon! No, he isn't president yet ... that's in California! Photo after photo after photo, my father's long career in U.S.-Indonesian and world politics unfolding before my eyes. I can't believe it. And it's just been sitting in this crummy envelope in this drawer of this dank cabinet in a corner of the upstairs living room.

I gotta put these in a protected location! These are priceless! So I'm frantically posting on BT about how I might store the photos; is there some sort of neutral material I can put them in now, in a hurry (I gotta leave in a couple hours!)? Answers. Good. Now, to remember the combination and find the key to the fireproof safe in the humidity/temp controlled room .... oh shatz.

There's only one person who knows where that key is, and it's my mother.

And she has Alzheimer's and she don't remember a damned thing.

This is how my morning started. Then it got interesting

Now I'm sitting at the airport, there's a hella storm breaking, and I'm watching the lightning sizzle and dance onto the lightning rods on top of the terminals. Kewl. That's gonna be my plane, fairly soon. I hope. All the flights have been delayed, every last one. I've NEVER seen the airport crowded like this.

And it was because of a phone call I made on the way to the airport. Silly me.