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Times They Be A Changin'

12/21/2008

The following is a transcript of a conversation between my daughters

Paolina (playing with blonde Barbie #1): Oh, hello, do you want to play?
Fernanda (playing with blonde Barbie #2): Oh, yes!
Paolina: Where's Obama? (Referring to the used Arsenio Hall doll we bought for 50 cents in Michigan last October at the Goodwill)
Fernanda: Let's get him!
After getting "Obama" ...
Paolina: Do you want to marry him?
Fernanda: Oh, yes!
Paolina: Let's both marry him!
Fernanda: Oh, yes!

Such a conversation 35 years ago by my sisters in front of my Grandma back in Dearborn (near Detroit) would have caused her to go into convulsions. Interracial polygamy! Oh, yes!

The Bug That Live(s)(d)? In My Heater

12/20/2008

Our apartment has a wall heater that we have to use in the winter because we get no sun at all. It is gas powered and the pilot light goes out constantly. I find myself shivering on the floor most mornings with a lighter in hand lighting the pilot because nobody in our house will get out of bed unless the heater is on. The access panel and pilot are at the bottom of the heater and I find it easiest to lay on my back when lighting the cursed thing.

(When I first moved into this apartment from Mexico, I spent the first night without matches or a lighter and therefore no heater because the pilot was out. I had a blow up air matress and two thin blankets -- what a night that was.)

Well, some time ago, I noticed the critter at the right while lighting the pilot. At first, I was creeped out and hesitated putting my hands anywhere near the thing -- was it a brown recluse spider? Would I be poisoned if it suddenly leaped at me and bit me? Eventually, I clued in that it rarely moved. I couldn't tell if it was getting bigger or not. Maybe it was growing? I couldn't tell for sure. How was it eating? Did all the little bugs that wandered within its grasp end up as monster bug food? I left it alone out of a combination of fear and respect.

I've recently come to the conclusion that the thing has been dead all along. I believe that it must have crept in there at the end of winder this year and then this fall, was killed when we turned the heater on for the first time. Still, I leave it alone. It isn't hurting anybody and I still hesitate to get near it, even with the "new" used electronic bug swatter I picked up at our office's white elephant Christmas party this year. It is probably just a dessicated husk at this point -- the heat from the flames above it have sucked all of its life out, I am sure.