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Linda

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About Me

Linda Erday here, and I am not sure what to say "about me" -- I fancy myself a writer and a mother, a music lover and a veterinarian. I'm good at lots of things: cooking, setting up comfortable campsites, writing, listening, finding the depth in most situations, understanding stuff. Lately I have been doing more writing than practicing medicine, I've been trying to be a good mother at least half the time (which, if timed appropriately, is all I need since I share custody with my ex), and I've been tending to a small garden as well as backyard chickens. They are laying chickens, not cooking chickens. Well, they aren't laying yet, but I'd suspect they will at some point. And you can trust me, because, as I said, I'm a doctor and I know all about that kind of stuff. Except, not really. In veterinary school we had only a week or two of poultry medicine, and that was a long time ago. The chicken diseases have even undergone name changes for crying out loud! But I digress...
I've always loved traditional music, and my ex opened the doors to the world of old time music (thanks, Randy!) so I spend a lot of time listening to fiddle tunes and songs written in the early part of last century. I've been hanging for a while with a musician who plays old time and bluegrass as well as jazz & classical stuff. I didn't think I liked jazz, but then became aware that Dixieland Jazz, which I've always loved, sort of fell into, well, that genre, so I guess you can say I like jazz. I really like old songs -- stuff that the Carter Family did, and a bunch of those old duets -- the brother duets and sister duets; again, stuff from the 30's...
My kids are great. They are both really smart and nice (except to each other some of the time). Both are good musicians -- Corey plays guitar and sings, and Emily plays piano and fiddle and sings like an angel. If you met them I bet you'd like them too; if you were young enough to reproduce I bet you'd want kids of your own. When they were little they never cried, they just giggled and laughed. Women would hold them and ovulate. Really, they are great kids.
For fun these days I am raising chickens. If I really like you I might give you a pair. They are very nice, quite pretty, and also a practical, utilitarian pet. I was going to go for Episcopalian but I decided Utilitarian was more politically correct.
Last year's garden had too much stuff crammed into too small of a space. I thought it would work -- after all, I'm from New Jersey -- but the harvest was not remarkable. So this year I planted only basil and tomatoes in quantity, with a smattering of other herbs, some greens, and one red and one yellow pepper plant. I made a new garden patch where I'm going to put cabbage and brussel sprouts. The first garden space is already planted, a tad risky here in the middle of NC, but I figured I'd just live life on the edge. So there's been this freeze warning and yesterday I had to set up the camping canopy and the sides over the garden, and I'm using the chicken's heat lamp and monitoring the temperature remotely. The wonders of modern science and appliances. Thank goodness I had all that stuff since I opted out of practicing patience.
That's probably enough about me. I bet you can tell a lot from all of that. Now what on earth will you do with all this new knowledge???
Linda Erday, April 7, 2007

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Good people. Kind people. Honest people. People who can express themselves in a healthy and complete way. People who realize that judging people is not their job.

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My Blog

Another short story from the archives - The Cabin

The Cabin©  Linda Erday            When I opened the electric bill and saw the charges for the month before, I knew that house was not vacant. Charlie just didnt believe me, even when I showed him th...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 06:40:00 GMT

Today is Coreys Birthday!

This is a poem I wrote eleven years ago, on Corey's fFirst birthday eve... (With apologies for a rhyming poem )    Lament Of The Second Born Tomorrow's his birthday, he's asleep in his crib...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:29:00 GMT

Turner's Girls -- More Short Fiction

Turner's Girls   (fiction)   I was twenty-nine years old, old enough to start being concerned about my single state, but nonetheless not caring.  I knew I had time.  I was two...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 05:47:00 GMT

Refrigerator Epilogue

* * * * * * *  For some reason this blog has generated more readership than any of my prior blogs. Significantly more. So as not to leave you all on the edge of your collective seats, I've p...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 14:32:00 GMT

The Sad Saga of the Ice Maker

The ice machine in my refrigerator stopped working on Tuesday. Big wig consumeristic overpriced out-of-warranty side by side with buffed steel that I bought when Randy & I split up two years ago a...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 20:41:00 GMT

Another Saturday Night

THIS NIGHT This night I choose to stay home, iron stove ablaze and radiating warmth, candles in my kitchen providing light, radio pulling me to a time gone by. Oil lamp behind me illuminates what I wi...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:10:00 GMT

Another of the lost & found poems

This is the taste of loneliness A sour you can't brush away A dulling of the senses Confusion between bitter and sweet Spittle you don't want to swallow This is the taste of loneliness Voices you he...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 11:26:00 GMT

I Read this at the Open Mic on Sunday

Thoracic Anatomy I   Rhythm Sometimes all I want to do for you Is write a poem that pulls your heart And makes you breathe deeper than ever before As if it were your last breath, or your first....
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 16:27:00 GMT

FICTIONAL VET CLINIC: HUMOR FOR DVMs

Anals Express When we sold the vet practice four years ago, we all moved into other fields: one of us took to fiction writing, another into old time music with a special emphasis on the songs of the ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 20:25:00 GMT

Words from the Floor

Here's another one. This one came from a prompt workshop up in the mountains at Wildacres. Perhaps it's not worth much, and I value it more because I almost threw it away...   This Is What We Say...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 06:01:00 GMT