Kay Buena's Blog

When last we left Kay Buena’s favorite doll from her first childhood, Betty Jane she had been chastised with great disdain for her meddling with the Postal Service.  This kind of thing tends to happen, but as we later figured out, She really held no guilt in the interference with the Postal Services routine.  And although, there are those among us with limited senses of humour about life’s daily occurrences, and those who want to hang out and complain about them and their place or situation in this world, these types need to be taken outside and made to form a line in the backyard starting right behind my person.  Note this sartorial statement from yours truly who complained that I was not able to play the piano easily anymore.  Well, “Big Deal”. How many people get to hang out with a cool piano like Rubin anyway? How many people even know how to play the piano.  Betty Jane was never much of a student of the Fine Arts, and as she commented “it should be enough to get to stay here” and notice that “when one is surrounded by too much to do, and not enough physical ability to get every thing done (perfectly), perhaps the best plan is to lower one”s standards”. Things could be a whole lot worse for us all.

Anyway, as noted, Betty Jane worked herself out of her box, after which she promptly stated ‘there were doll stands on sale at the discount store,so why could she not have a benign role in our lives,as after all she was just as much of a disabled dweeb as I was?’  (Good point,I agree) She refused to cease and desist with her demand, until a stand she could lean on was obtained for her comfort. She had more than made up for her offenses,if any, as a ‘rebel rouser’,and so what if she’s an old Doll?  Who in Hell is “Vampire Barbie”, or the latest ‘American Idol’ Doll, anyway? They should just wait for their 15 minutes of fame to vanish and move aside. I must admit Betty Jane was a classic, and she probably deserved the “stand” suitable for a toppling older Doll and one of those new weird Barbie-like doll’s as well.  For all is to the better with this new set-up and attitude in the study now. There are still many interesting things going on in this world and Betty Jane took to her  new look-out on Elmo the cat’s nook, overlooking the bird-feeder with great dignity and a secret smirk on her little mouth.

Thanks to her perseverance and patience,we have all enjoyed watching Elmo’s outside world.  And It is true that we still have Morning Doves here, but the black capped vitreos are supposedly already passed through to the South.  Too bad that, they have been seen to get tipsy on the fermented pyracantha berries and make a mad display in the bird bath. Always a good show indeed.  We have had some cold nights but no freezes yet. The Star Trek Action figures have taken a hike, but we now enjoy watching the real people outside as they frantically try to obtain physical fitness by walking, running and cycling outdoors by our curbside. All this before the Holidays eat the year away and a new one begins!

We have a new mail personage. Now that Mr.Miller, our infamous mail man of 18 years superlative service in our neighborhood, has been promoted.

As strange as this seems: His (the new mail personage’s) replacement’s name is Mr. Miller.

This we take as a sign,  a good one.

Caroline Abbitt Sauer  aka  Kay Buena  (Chief Birdwatcher, Managing Personal Assistant of things going awry in the night) 11-30-2011

I was a woman and sliped on a cold slick tile floor. I was in a hurry and turned quickly, only to find myself sprawled prone on the floor having broken my left forearm in several places and crushing my hand. I have been a singer-songwriter and a guitarist and piano player ‘eversince’ I can remember. Once I did that very nicely. Now, that all is “well” again, I can”t hold on to a cup with my left hand. I can hear the music and the piano is tuned. My piano’s name is Rubin. He waits in the corner of the living room, for that fool woman to come and sing “He’s go what it takes, but it breaks his heart to give it away.”
Rubin was very generious.When he was young.

KayBuena, aka Caroline Abbitt Sauer, 11-29,2011

    When last we left our characters, they were seemingly in a weird situation.  Betty Jane had been put in her box, with her new hairdo and outfit, one most unacceptable for out door cavorting, and Kay Buena was feeling rather old and crippled up and stodgy.  Elmo as usual, had no problems and continued his post at the window, where the bad birds and squirrels came and went with great gusto.

     What was really odd beyond belief, was what really happened to that mail truck, Mr. Miller and Data. As you may recall Data (the action figure) was in full Sherlock Holmes costume and rarely broke character.  That is, until he seemingly destroyed the “Borg-like” approaching mail truck, which Holmes would probably not have attempted.  After relocating him to our mantel and questioning him for some time, it became clear that Data was really his evil twin, Lor! For Star Trek fans this is not an oddity, in that in various episodes of the TV show, Lor would show up and become  vile and nefarious. His evil ways adding to the plot in dissonance,always fun for the writers.  This had to be the explanation, it was Lor and not Data of course…- in that Data is  Data and we all know how that is (As in “we have plenty of data, yet little information.”) As it turns out the mail truck was not destroyed after all.  And it was some teenager’s doing.  Two teen aged girls were seen fleeing from the tyranny of suburban life into someone’s backyard and into the forrest behind the street parallel to our street. The missing mail truck was backed into one of these “mouse mausoleums”, the given style of our neighborhood’s mail boxes, rectangular edifices with an opening on the side of the street, where the mail person conveniently fills with letters, bills, catalogues and other snail mail goodies.  I remember when we built the house some 18 years ago, I suggested that we make the mail box 1′ by 4′ by 9′.  But the builder had never seen Stanley Kubruck’s 2001.  I am in digression again, but that’s a common problem, especially with the attempt to entertain in a blog.

     The back of the mail truck looked as smashed as roadkill.  And Some of the mail had escaped in the wind. The particular mail box-edifice of the residence where the girls had swerved into while commandeering the mail truck had collided with same in a most un-seemly way.  There was now just a super smashed-sideways mail box and a large pile of bricks where once stood the house’s matching mail station.  The mail truck was still running with the keys  still inside, when the resident came home from work.  He called the post office and Mr.Miller and his mail truck were once again reunited.  Which just goes to show that these strange stories sometimes have a rational ending.

   Betty Jane, Kay Buena, Data (or Lor?),and Elmo had a tendency to get the wrong impression about some everyday occurrences.  Personally, I liked the other ending where Lor used his phaser, but that’s just me.  And if I don’t watch out, they might put me in a box with the acid free tissue paper like was done with my 58 year old doll, Betty Jane as she was unfairly blamed for the chaos of the missing mail truck.  Along with her general trouble making, her eternal rubber band was beginning to stretch to the point where  she was having trouble sitting up or standing.  And speaking of coincidental metaphorical situations, that sounds more and more like my symptoms.

   So, untill the occassion calls for an “out there” blogger, I”ll put the whole crew on another endeavor, like producing some funky rock and roll, or country music. Heck, All I have going for me really is a wild imagination and a Texas Accent, not that that is a bad thing, as you know.

This morning, I’m living on Maui time
I got tropical breezes blow through the bougainvillea vine
Lost in a dream, sunscreened and blind
Jet lagged tourists all waiting in line
Might be one o’clock there � but actually it’s just about nine

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