Elise Sereni
Friday, June 29, 2007

You know a place has too much humidity when you return from it to Atlantic City in the summer and think Atlantic City is bearable. Every time I think of Charleston I think two things. It was very pretty. And breathing its air was like breathing warm water.  I think I’ve reached that tipping point in longing for Alaska.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:55 AM •
Thursday, June 28, 2007

...next to golf, it is the most boring thing in the world to watch on tv. Wait, I stand corrected. A Republican presidential candidates debate beats it for boring. But then one of those debates beats boiling water for boring. And I can only hope I’m not the only person completely embarrassed by the fact that not one of them believes in evolution. On the other hand, I look at those candidates and can understand why they wouldn’t. Evolution certainly hasn’t helped their gene pool.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:51 PM •
Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Do you think it would help if I promised god that if she just let me win the lottery once I’d give at least half of it to charity? Moses bargained with god.  why can’t I?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:02 AM •
Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I bought a package of underpants as Jockey’s last week.  Underpants!  Plain old cotton underpants.  Or, at least, as plain and old as you can get them now.  Here’s how they were wrapped.  They were in a plastic container that had cardboard wrapped around the inside of it. Then, each individual pair of pants was taped shut. When you managed to pry the tape off to unroll them, you found another piece of cardboard inside the roll of each pair of pants with another piece of tape holding the cardboard to the panties. Did the people at Jockey think the panties were going to break if squashed at all?  Did they think I wouldn’t know their shape if the cardboard didn’t hold them stiff?  Or did they just feel obliged to waste as much as possbile on packaging them so we can completely soil our world a little faster?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:56 AM •
Monday, June 25, 2007

The outlet stores march inexorably towards my childhood home in Atlantic City. You can see them from our old living room window.  I think there is something karmic in the fact that my mother was one of the ten top Olympic shoppers of all time and now the stores are moving nearer and nearer to where she spent most of her life. It’s as though her spirit is drawing them nigh.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:53 AM •
Sunday, June 24, 2007

It occurs to me that the dogs have been out of the kennel for three days now and I haven’t heard that they’re hiring a lawyer to sue me for alienation of affection and substandard housing.  I guess that’s a good thing.  Being sued by your dogs must be one of the worse experiences in the world...especially since you’d have to wonder where they found they money to hire an attorney.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:52 AM •
Saturday, June 23, 2007

I’ve had many pets pass on before me.  Adeline, my beloved first parrot who took that long journey to Barrow with me in 1972 and endured more than her share of cold Arctic winters.  Mr. T, the miniature schnauzer who was bigger and badder than any dinosaur that ever walked this planet. Lovey, the Barrow mutt who never met a meal she didn’t like and never returned food to the earth before its time. Morris, the little parrot with the biggest heart and most love of any critter in the world.  Little Zia, the wild bird crippled at birth who graced my home for such a short and lovely time.  I could go on and on.  When it’s my time to die, I just want to go to sleep one night and wake up and find them all standing around waiting for me to feed them for eternity. Then I’ll know for sure I’m in heaven.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:46 AM •
Friday, June 22, 2007

When you have a dog, you are never alone and never not adored. They even follow you into the bathroom and stare at you adoringly while you pee.  It’s as though, in their eyes, no one has ever peed so well and masterfully before or ever will again...until the next time you go in. Where else can you find that kind of adoration...except perhaps from some sick bastard with a bathroom fetish.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:59 AM •
Thursday, June 21, 2007

I always wondered why southern things...from southern belles to southern peaches...always seemed so lush and ripe and on the endge. Now I know why. Because you have a choice in this humidity. You can be ripe or you can be one huge lump of mold and mildew.  I think Charleston is beautiful but please lord, get me back to the zero humidity of Alaska.  I don’t care what that does to my skin and hair. At least I’ll feel like I can breathe again.  Who the hell ever settled here before air conditioning. Were they crazy?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:24 AM •
Wednesday, June 20, 2007

I leave tonight to take the train to see my new great godchild today. And I realize how thrilled I am that thanks to the cataract surgery, I’ll really be able to see him. And I’ll see the trees and skies and the color of his eyes with great clarity. What a wonderful gift science has given me.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:18 AM •
Tuesday, June 19, 2007

My dog comes in from a long walk, tongue hanging out, panting. She heads immediately to her water dish and starts lapping hungrily. I stop her, pick up the dish and replace the old, warm water with fresh cold water and return the dish to her. She resumes lapping up the water with the same enthusiasm as before. And it occurs to me that the fresh cold water thrills me more than her. In fact, I don’t even think she notices. Then I remember. This dog drinks skanky standing water from still puddles she finds on our walks. Clearly being disciminatory is not in her nature.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:14 AM •
Monday, June 18, 2007

Here’s the advantage of being a FAIRY Great Godmother...I don’t ever have to age. So when my godchild’s new son grows up, I will be just as young in his eyes as I am in hers.  You gotta love those magic wands.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:57 AM •
Sunday, June 17, 2007

My mother, a staunch, old fashioned Roman Catholic Italian, once traveled to a Bris for my cousin’s two adopted sons from Brazil that he was raising with his same sex partner. I thought that was one of the longest journeys our family ever took, immigration from Italy notwithstanding. Yesterday, my cousin’s son celebrated his marriage with a traditional Chinese tea ceremony at his parent’s home.  It was beautiful even if, for a boisterous lot of Italian, a bit odd. I think of it as another long journey from what we know to the whole glorious world beyond our comfort zone that holds so many amazing things.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:09 AM •
Saturday, June 16, 2007

If the shirt I wear to Joe Three and Hilda’s wedding today is made from wood (and it is), am I putting the whole wedding in greater danger of forest fire?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:50 AM •
Friday, June 15, 2007

I was on my way to a business lunch last week, dashing down the highway because I was late, when I tried to drink and drive. There’s a reason they tell you not to do that. In the blink of an eye I went from a neatly dressed business woman to someone wearing an entire latte down the front of her shirt and pants.
I went home to change only to realize how few summer clothes I actually have that are not T-shirts from Value Village with writing on them.  So I went out and bought three tops - yes, they are all exactly alike except for different colors...so sue me, that’s the way I shop...find something you like and buy a lot of it… Anyhow, I bought these shirts, got home and looked at what they were made of since my sister has a thing for natural fibers and I had to decide whether to cut the labels out or not. Lo and behold they are made of wood.  No, I didn’t misspell wool. I meant wood. Who knew you could do that?  Who ever imagined you’d want to?
I wonder if this is natural enough or will my sister still give me that look that reminds me so much of the way my mother looked at me every time she saw what I was wearing?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 06:25 AM •

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