The ground is strewn with cast-off color as trees raise their skeletal limbs to the sky, twisted and grieved. October is for cemeteries. Over the years I have visited many cemeteries and captured their many personalities. The following are just a few of my favorites:
Throughout the rest of this month, I will be uploading cemetery photos to my Flickr account. Please visit.
The Onion made it very clear that I will have a favorite professional wrestler by Friday. (I’m a Leo.) That’s TWO DAYS away! I am panicking because I DON’T KNOW WHAT A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER IS.
Haha. Just kidding. I know what they are. Every child knows this.
But I don’t have a favorite wrestler and it is imperative that I have one by Friday. Because the ONION SAID SO.
A Facebook friend suggested The Rock. Yeah. He’s something. But, well, I know of The Rock and because he hasn’t become my favorite by now, why would he become my favorite by Friday?
So I kept looking. Google Images kept me entertained. I considered this guy because he wears clothes like what my kids wore when they were in middle school:
But that was a decade ago and he hasn’t caught up with the times.
Back again to Google Images. I liked this guy…
…until I realized it was only because I like Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.” Back to Google Images.
It wasn’t until I got to the third page that Google Images suggested a complete 180* (the asterisk is supposed to be a degree sign) and showed me:
So I considered female wrestlers. But, like The Rock, I hadn’t developed a favorite female wrestler by now, so how can I possibly expect to develop one by Friday??? That’s, like, two days away! I guess I can spend the next two days researching and watching YouTube videos and spamming friends with pleas to help me because the ONION SAID I WOULD HAVE A FAVORITE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER by Friday. But I have more important things to do, like take out the trash and leave the apartment and sit on my Rapture Balcony.
Then it hit me like a punch to the solar plexus, like a bash to the left cheekbone (um, mixing metaphors, this isn’t boxing, sorry); like a half nelson, a full nelson, a Willie Nelso…. uh…all those nelson holds. I DO have a favorite professional wrestler. I have loved this guy for years. And I dare anyone challenge me…
…because I’ll wrestle you until you’re blue in the face. “I could kill you now.” Sportsmanlike.
(Originally posted as a Note on my Facebook page.)
Patience. It took me a year to find the perfect piece. I wanted a pot rack so badly but I didn’t want to spend a fortune on it and it had to be simple to assemble. I wanted it to look like it had been crafted professionally, which meant not any piece would do. It had to have substance to it and it had to fit my personality.
I hunted through my favorite Goodwill stores weekly, religiously. Initially, I had in mind a small, wooden ladder attached to the wall and the pots would hang from the steps. I thought that would be perfect; creative and funky. But it had to be the right ladder. I never found a ladder—ever. Not even close. Perhaps because a ladder isn’t my personality?
At times I almost found what I wanted. Almost. There were a number of almost-new wooden shelves that could work. But some had heart cutouts and I have an aversion to the heart shape (you won’t find any hearts in my house…except the one that keeps me alive), and others, well, they were just shelves. Nothing interesting.
I told myself, “You’ll know it when you see it, Dezra.” I would see an interesting metal piece, pick it up, and ask, “Are you the one?” And it would whisper back, “I don’t know, am I?” I would put it down and walk away. My philosophy is, if it is the one, it will continue to speak to me after I leave. Then I walked out the door and forgot all about it. “Nope, you aren’t the one,” I whispered to the air.
After a year of searching, I got desperate. I live in a small apartment and my pots and pans take up prime shelf real estate. I needed to make room and I had a bare wall just waiting for a pot rack.
So Friday while making my grocery list, I jotted down “Pot Rack.” On Saturday I went to a Goodwill store and within minutes I walked out.
Whoa! Wait a minute! I walked out—with a pot rack holder!
What? How did that happen? What happened to, “Are you the one?” What happened to, “I don’t know, am I?” What happened to if it is the one, it will continue to speak to me after I leave? I left, and there it was with me. A pot rack holder. And there was my receipt, $5.99. And there I stood, wondering how it happened. And a huge smile spread across my face. Because, yeah, it’s metal and it fits my personality.
Now, all I need are the S-hooks. I wanted to make my own so that I could have various lengths. I opted for copper wire because I can distress it to better fit in with my decor. I found it by-the-foot at Ace Hardware. I bought 10 feet.
Total cost of my pot rack (excluding hardware to fasten it to the wall since I already had that at home) was $11.89 plus tax.
Not a bad price for year-long patience.