Sunday, December 16, 2007

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LET THERE BE LIGHT... heat, light, and Internet access. CHILLIN' WITH THE GREAT SPIRIT MONDAY, WOODWARD PARK, TULSA, OKLAHOMA Dr. Omed's Tent Show is back on the grid, as of Saturday afternoon. Our humble home and hermitage has been without electricity since last Sunday afternoon, about 2, when one of the Frost Giants kicked over some trees in our backyard. Those Frost Giants spent all that night crashing about, making God's own toothpicks out of who knows how many of the trees of Tulsa. Dr. Omed took a whole lotta pictures during and in the aftermath of the Great Oklahoma Ice Storm of '07, some of which I posted to my back up blog, The Tent Show at Blogspot, from work, which has a big generator hooked up to a natural gas line. We are most humbly thankful to the Norns for the aforsaid heat, light, and internet access which as many as 75,000 Public Service Company of Oklahoma customers, mostly in North Tulsa, still don't have. Expect more pictures of Kristalnacht für die Bäume, at least until I get bored of it. Since I'm very, very fond of tress, that may take a while. In the meantime, Mrs. Dr. Omed woke me up about one this morning, snoring. Usually it's the other way around. I snore like my dear departed Uncle Bethel Jewel, which is to say like a bull elephant trying to bugger a steam shovel. Mrs. Dr. O sounded like someone trying to start a chainsaw just outside the back bedroom window, yanking the starter cord over and over. I'm don't normally have a case of the fantods waking up in the middle of the night, but the vision of Ol' Leatherface in our backyard, fixin' to start in cutting some kindling, if only he can get that chainsaw revved up, kinda kept me from getting back to sleep. Lost my perchance to that dream, so to speak. I've been up 'termiting' since then, it's almost dawn, and I'm tired. I'll be back after a nice morning nap.

Grandmother Litany Mother, mercy. Maid, mirror of grace, have mercy. Holy Crone, mother of the motherless, have mercy. Grandmother, Mother may we, let us please come into your house. House of comfort, House of dread, Home to all, and to all a good night. House of doubters, Home to truth. House of believers, Home to shadows. House of laughter, House of howls. Home to all, and to all a good night. House of sinners, Home to the pure of heart. House of the vessels of destruction, Home to honor. House of starry nights, House of moons, Home to all, and may all find the light. House of the joyful noise, Home of drunken spirits. House of the damned, Home of the last come first. House of blood, House of cold counsel, Home to all, may all fight the good fight. House of grace, Home to mystery, to Grandmother's House we go, singing all the way. Grandmother's House has many rooms. and room for all. Home to all, always warm, merry and bright. Grandma keeps the hearth fire burning always and amen. Ark of the broken covenant, Ark of dust and ashes, Dark womb, Holy Crone, you receive us back. Always and Amen. From Dr. Omed's Sunday Missal Jesus, that felt good! 4:48:32 AM    comment []