Time with Rhedd (Butler)

Time with Rhedd (Butler)

 

It is pleasantly doubtful that the story of our time with Rhedd would begin any different than those love stories in the guise of kitty encounters. I never knew Angels had red hair and fur, but I am solidly convinced.

First appearance in March

They usually begin with an appearance, a discovery, or just a pleasant surprise. Out of nowhere these little spirits can manifest, like they are coming from some other time or place, right smack into your life. The introduction period is oh so brief. It is always love at first for my family, Rhedd here being no exception.

His visit was a back door rub that caught my eye late one night last winter around March. I had seen a few other cats come up for food and wildly scatter, but for some unknown but gut stirring reason I melted enough to scurry to the kitchen for emergency morsels. In all honesty I , maybe we – carried subconscious grief and love for Charlie, an indescribably gently red tabby that was previous to Rhedd, which motivated my attention and concern towards him. It felt as though Charlie was visiting in another form, or had sent a reminder.

Trying To Be Friends

The cinnamon swirl markings where visible through the glass patio door. Tail dancing, he rubbed closely for attention and I opened the door and placed the bowl out for him to munch. I went out to visit and with no fear he wailed with a passion that I nor my Mom and Grandmother had ever heard. His cry was so desperate that it was tempting to laugh, but you didn’t. He was sad and lonely, yet strong.

The next few months proved his affection and extreme protection for us. He had tried to befriend our other kitty, Lily, and it was a somewhat comical flirt that proved him a dud with the ladies, so it seemed. It was like Billy Joel meeting Christie Brinkley, but what we later discovered was that he desperately needed a friend. Our dog chased him, his own species seemed to have no loyalty, and he could not get a date across the branch during the high season – if you know what I mean.

Summer Naps

His visits were sporadic at first. Nightly romps would leave him beaten and scarred the next morning. I applied castor oil to his coat and gradually saw improvement. The more we cared for him the more we noticed an uncomfortable stance, but it did not bother him. I felt humbled by his strength and we held common issues with bad alignment. He lived with short front legs which caused his spine to curve when he sat down. Still, he walked with pride and an incredible leadership. He had no name, but surely a strong presence.

The more he stayed the day, he more friendly we became with him. After all, who could ignore those cries? Garden chores were accompanied by his presence and evening swinging with the sunsets held a place for conversations and kitty hugs. What a boy. So much love and appreciation was evident. I shed tears with him over losses and pain, and at night when I went out to see the stars he was there guarding me. Yet he still had no name. I tried to make it manifest but it did not. Somehow I felt it would come and on that night I blurted it out….”RED. No….RHEDD!” Yes, yes, yes, I thought, just like Rhett Butler the southern gentleman from the classic film Gone With The Wind! Boasting with excitement, I re-entered the house telling the family of the discovery. My Mom agreed that it fit this little protector’s personality. She labeled him the Red Warrior. Wow was that spot on. It seemed as though he grew stronger and more confident in his role as protector the longer he stayed. Cries were replaced with morning and evening walks. We silently invited him in for nights on the recliner with popcorn and movies, and he was a regular consolation in times of despair. Just a true gentleman and a true friend. I joked that had he been human, we would have been married.

Happiness Found

Sadly, he could not stay with us and left in August. We were already attached and hoped for more time, but his job was done. Breaking up is so hard to do. His loss was as such and I choose to leave only his love story behind. That once dirty and dingy coat was slick with gentlemanly sheen, and it even smelled of powder. It was as though a sweet scent floated from his happy soul. He had found love, friendship, and had given so much more than he got. He taught us strength, and protected our vulnerability at the same time.

 

Rhedd was answered prayer. I believe that is why he was so beautiful in every way.

 

Warrior Rhedd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art of the Skateboard : : Tales of a Skate Betty

Art of the Skateboard : : Tales of a Skate Betty

 

One of my crazy past times characters as a teenage tom-girl was in the role of the girl skater, or “Skate Betty” as they called us. While going through storage this weekend I found various stickers, clothing, and skateboard hardware that inspired me to write an article on this past time activity.

Most purchases of the emotionally driven artist seems to go in the direction of graphics, color, and the “Oh I want this now!” approach. Yep, that was the case when I decided to copy the high school skater guys before braces or Homecoming queen transitions, and buy my first skateboard deck complete with truck guards, rails – the whole package. It was one of my first lay-aways and fully supported by my parents who provided protective gear like any good parents would.

Jim Theibaud Vintage Skateboard Deck For Sale

We fantasized of half-pipes, getting air, or street skating around the city, and everywhere we looked was an opportunity to just skate over it. It was a bond between me and the guys, or an attempt at getting through those awkward years. Since we were all in art class together it was another creative venture to discuss. I imagined getting air on huge half-pipes but ended up entertaining my solo self in the parking lots of Crisp County. Every rail and parking marker was to be dominated. No curve or slope of concrete unexplored. The Ollie was my undefeated foe, and along with my skating cousins, we would prevail!

Skating and swimming were a huge part of my teen years, just as the existing generation, and I now look on those times with warmth. Collecting was a hobby. I still have my favorite Powell Peralta shirt, probably the softest T ever owned at this point due to so many washings.

Through the eyes of an artist those bright graphics were super alluring. Some of my first skate pieces were painted in lime or pink. There were no rules. The guys wore color too, and that was exciting. A nearby Albany, Georgia store provided for our passions. The small space was tucked back in a shopping center moved into the Albany Mall, an even better place for teens to meet. I don’t know what those guys thought of the skater girl, but I was determined to make a mark.

Alas, time moved on and as graduation approached I sensed our parting and growing up. Braces were expensive and I wanted to keep my new straight teeth in, so as time passed the boards ended up in storage. Energy was devoted to dance and a new phase of life. I had something else to work hard at, so it was ok.

Jim Theibaud Vintage Skateboard Deck For Sale

So, onward to the most recent item out of storage. A Jim Thiebaud original deck from the late eighties early nineties. It is not a re-issue, but not the original artwork that caused a cease and desist. I have done a little research here in an article That will help explain the board’s history. The board that I have is for sale in hopes that the right collector will come along. It will be listed on Ebay and can be found here on my profile.

 

In the meantime, long live the skate Betty!

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Bollywood
“Bollywood” by McGlamorous

Dance has been a journey for me, a great one at that. I have experienced life as a bunhead, an intense ballroom diva and an attempt at being middle-eastern. Being able to become any character you want is gratifying, and slightly different than being a straight forward “actor”. We are all actors in this life, but dancers get to feel physical movement with their character, something that feels refreshing and promotes an open spirit. We also have one of the greatest things ever created – music – to accompany us on the journey.

Rainbow Print Sarong
Geometric Rainbow Print Sarong

Rhythms are intoxicating to the body especially in the genres of salsa, samba, and bossa nova. Drums gracefully entrance us in styles of Latin or Middle-Eastern dance and music, and musicians can go happily crazy crossing in between these worlds.

I discovered jazz music in the driver’s seat of my car. It really is the best place to turn up the sound and absorb ever piece of note you can. It inspires creativity, creations in choreography and beautiful imagery of the moving body on the dance floor. Melody Gardot’s interpretation of Somewhere Over the Rainbow was quite moving to me. I hit the repeat button numerous times and decided test it at the restaurant where I worked as a cabaret dancer, trying my skills at improv.

The result was as follows. Forgive the video quality.

I can suggest her albums and a few other favorites  like Your Heart is as Black as Night. If you enjoy a twist on old standards try checking her out. And if you want to learn more about dance, costumes, music and design…well. You are home at McGlamorous!

Thanks for reading.

 

~ McGlamorous

A Grasshopper’s Journey :: Scaling the Great Wall

A Grasshopper’s Journey :: Scaling the Great Wall

 

Many Springs ago while daydreaming out the garden window I spotted this natural warrior attempting to scale our garden wall. With the intensity of a little Karate student, he approached his challenge in silent thought and preparation.

Grasshopper Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

His legs caught my attention.

Strength building in his joints. Poised and ready.

Grasshopper Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Starting the ascent. Looks promising.

Grasshopper Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A different angle. A different view of the challenge.

Grasshopper Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the humorous side. As in web development, back ends make for beautiful front ends.

Grasshopper Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finally, he has run the good race. Mountain moved.

Grasshopper Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspiration comes from everywhere, yet nature provides one of the best shows.

“Patience Grasshopper” still comes to mind. Hope he inspired you as much as me.

 

~ McGlamorous

Favorite Christmas Hymns & Carols :: Oh Beautiful Star of Bethlehem

Favorite Christmas Hymns & Carols :: Oh Beautiful Star of Bethlehem

As part of the 2018 Christmas season I am sharing some on-the-spur thoughts of some great hymns and classics played on the radio or by my Mom (and Dad) at church. Here goes the lyrics to one of my favorites at Christmas.

Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem
Shinning far through shadows dimmed
Giving the life for those who long have gone on
Guiding the wise men on their way
Unto the place where Jesus lay
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star the hope of light
Guiding the pilgrims through the night
Over the mountains ’till the break of dawn
Into the land of perfect day
It will give out a lovely ray
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star (beautiful, beautiful star) of Bethlehem
Star of Bethlehem
Shine upon us until the glory dawn
Give us a lamp to light the way
Unto the land of perfect day
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star the hope, the grace
For the redeem of good and blessed
Yonder in glory when the crowd is one
Jesus is now the star divine
Brighter and brighter he will shine
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Oh beautiful star of Bethlehem shine on
Songwriters: Al Phipps
Beautiful Star of Bethlehem lyrics © Carlin America Inc

Gaither Version With Ben Speer

 ~ McGlamorous