Pitiful Pearl

 

Illustrator William Steig was the creator of Pitiful Pearl. 

In the 1950s, Pitiful Pearl left the page and became a popular doll.

        For as long as I can remember, I associated her with this song from the 1940s:

I'M A LONELY LITTLE PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH 

Of all the saddest words 

That I have ever heard 

The saddest is the story 

Told me by a bird 

He had spent about an hour 

Chatting with a flower 

and here ís the tale the flower told

I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, 

an onion patch, an onion patch 

I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch 

and all I do is cry all day 

Boo hoo, boo hoo.

Listen at :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8p4u7ZcOWnA

I relate to poor Pearl for in the last year or so I have had quite a few lonely, boo hoo days. 

Since I have been dealing with multiple health issues, those days have increased. 

Chronic illness can take the stuffin' right out of you: little or no energy, no stamina, 

fatigue and whatever symptoms are causing your limitations, including pain.

I came up with a way that helps me get out of the onion patch. It allows me to be that

lovely petunia, who is able to say, "Be gone, Pitiful Pearl!"

The next post I'll share my Pity Party Bashers

Selah-

Connie

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Toes & the Brain

No, Toes is not a character. It's literally- the relationship between a toe and the brain.

Now, we all know that connection when we stub our toe. Immediately our brain reacts: pain! Which makes us move quickly, as in hopping up and down minus the pogo stick and risking falling.

Then comes the yell, "Who put the (_____) (_____) in my way!" And the mad dash for an ice pack.

Well, I'm glad you couldn't hear me or see me last Tuesday as my vacuum cleaner proved that two things cannot occupy the same space at the same time. That wee, crooked toe has met with disaster before, so I'm sure it broke easier his time.

Yelling at the none-existent person, who left said vacuum cleaner in my path, provided no comfort. Nor did the ice pack for the first few minutes. Yes, I did the pogo stick dance & nearly toppled over. That would have hurt my pride, if no other part of my anatomy.

Back to the topic: the relationship between brain and toes. After the red-flag-waving emotions die down- along with the pain- the ice is in place and the foot elevated, the rush of ideas overtakes you.

Writer's Block? Just stub your toe!

Ideas overflowed from the silly . . . to stupid . . . to maybe that'll work . . . to got it!

• How am I going to get my shoe on?
• Non-fiction article: "Like ice, it hurts at first, but then ahh-hhh!"
• How do you effectively describe the color changes in bruising?
• Could the pogo stick dance be the new craze?
• Where I am going to put the vacuum cleaner to avert further damage?
• Storage Ideas for an Apartment Dweller
  
• Toes could be the main character for that funny book, Toes and the Brain, I wasn't going to write.
• I'm not telling anybody I did this... well, after I tell Flowie, so she'll water my flowers and Charmaine so she'll bring me my mail. Then, I better call Wilma and cancel our . . .
  
• A ballad: "The Lament of the Little Toe"
• Now, what was I doing before all this happened?
• Maybe, I'll just write this in my blog.

No, I better not, after all...I'm not telling anyone!