Two events: today and this weekend baffled the hell out of me, and ignited bad feelings
At the college where I've been employed for a good while, there's either been a change in mentality or a trend in stupidity. Twice last month, a decent stretch of days in between, I'd walk into the ladies' room and the water would be running in one of about five different sinks...the first time I thought oops, someone forgot to turn off the water. The second time, I thought oops a student was probably in a hurry for a test or a ride a home. Today, I walk into a stall and another (of about 8 or 10) was occupied. As I'm finishing a cup of coffee and a days' worth of bottled water...the one person in the occupied stall walks out. I hear the water turn on. I think oh good, this person is washing her hands...a relief from what I and a janitor witnessed a week ago...another story not worth telling...but EARL!
Then, I hear the hard-heeled shoes stamp out, but I also hear the water still running...my senses tell me 1. the person is gone and 2. she left the water running. By this time, I'm out of the stall and I see what I felt. I stand dismayed and mad and appalled and dumbfounded. I apologized to Earth and the State of California. I leave it running (which makes me even more indignant) and walk to the door to see who the ungrateful earth murderer is...I look left, there's a lady marching around the end of a hallway...I look right, there's a student purchasing a scan tron out of a vending machine. I decide to let it go, but I wanted to say "Hey, mamm...hey...you forgot the running water! You dizzy wench!"
If she doesn't want to touch the facet keys, just grab a paper towel and turn them off. Can you imagine if more than one person does this...water just running, wasting down the sink. I was so mad and then I remembered...that's that part of your Texas you loathe...remember?
We live in a rural part of Fort Worth. This past weekend, we were preoccupied with our niece and nephew. In the quiet of the evening, we suddenly hear a male voice and loud cries from a horse, not neighing, but cries...I go out to the porch. I see a fat, sturdy drunk male on top of a horse, kicking deep into its sides yelling, "You do as I say...when I say...like I say...[kick, stab, kick, whip] you heh? Get yo ass over heh! [whip, kick, whip, kick, kick, kick] As I say...I'mo teach you...As I say!" It went on more than one can imagine...I was in disbelief...angry...I wanted to call someone...the police...is there such a thing as animal abuse police? Later, I told Gera, "That's the kind of motherfucker who beats the hell out of a woman." He looks at me and says, "You don't know that." I said, "My grandmother taught me how to recognize that kind."
I loved reading Lawrence's Women in Love during undergrad, but the horse whippings...I remember having to seek, deeply, with extra effort the art...there.
Provence 2016: Day 1
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