Bathroom ants refuse to Brexit

Ants are eusocial insects of the family Formicidae, tiny socialist insects belonging to the European Union and colonizing my bathroom just as they do early every spring. You can set your calendar by their arrival, and pretty much nothing will hasten their departure, not TSA-Pre, and not those nice young men in their clean white coats.

We admitted we were powerless over hormigas and our lives had become unmanageable. Every March my big powerful rent-paying, lease-signing sanity is brought to its knees by these tiny black ants in the bathroom.  They show up first as a reminder of flashbacks warnings from Seventies high school health teachers. "We aren't really here. Nanny nanny boo boo!" Little spots before my eyes.

Getting home after six, the ants have become proud, brave, and bold. They are marching around in the white porcelain parade grounds of tub and sink. Their homemade banners proclaim they are not figments or flashbacks, and are not covered by vision insurance.

I press my fists to my closed eyelids. Inside the optical theater the ants appear vibrating orange against blue, then energized lilac against white. Rothko meets Orkin. The ants are colluding. I can't delete them.  They have Twitter and facebook accounts, and I am their hostage.

Apartment management sent The Pest Guy. He told me it would get a lot worse before it gets better. The ants circled his bait like frat pledges at a kegger. Indeed, it began to look like ant Woodstock as more and more arrived to partake of the electric Kool-aid, and wander around in circles before (according to the pest guy) taking the bait back to share at their hormiga commune.

The library has two new rock concert DVDs--"The Doors Live at the Bowl '68," and the "Monterey Pop Festival." It wouldn't be much trouble to show videos for the tiny ants in the bathroom, and the project might keep me from smashing them with my guitar or lighting them on fire. I could just turn out the lights and shut the door. Maybe tomorrow morning it will just have been a one of those health class flashbacks.

When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah

And thanks so much to Farmer Derek for his satellite image of cows saying, "hi."

© 2013-2017 Nancy L. Ruder


Nancy Drew meets Mr. Fishburne

Who is this guy???

Fishburne, Larry
Fishburne, Larry, 1961-
Fishburne, Larry, III
Fishburne, Larry, III, 1961-
Fishburne, Lawrence
Fishburne, Lawrence, 1961-
Fishburne, Lawrence, III
Fishburne, Lawrence, III, 1961-
Fishburne, Laurence
Fishburne, Laurence, 1961-
Fishburne, Laurence, III
Fishburne, Laurence, III, 1961- is our Library of Congress heading winner. 

Unknotting chains is a strangely satisfying, time-consuming, challenging part of my job. Cleaning accumulations from my home closets, drawers, and cupboards does not spark joy. But cleaning them out of the library catalog does. I'm even willing to cooperate with the authorities--the Library of Congress authorities to get rid of bad actors. Not evaluating Mr. Fishburne as an star on stage or screen, just as a troublemaker in the library catalog!

To celebrate this unknotting, I might even watch "Last Flag Flying," the DVD that brought this snarl to my attention.

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670__ |a Hallmark hall of fame. Decoration Day [VR] 1990: |b credits (Larry Fishburne)
670__ |a Higher learning, c1995: |b container (Laurence Fishburne)
670__ |a Internet Movie Database, Feb. 6, 2003 |b (b. 30 July 1961 in Augusta, Ga.; sometimes credited as: Laurence Fishburne III, Lawrence Fishburne III; changed his name from Larry to Laurence in his films in 1991)
670__ |a Wikipedia, Apr. 27, 2011 |b (Laurence Fishburne; b. Laurence John Fishburne III, July 30, 1961, Augusta, Ga.; actor, playwright, director, and producer)
670__ |a Laurence Fishburne WWW site, Apr. 27, 2011 |b (Laurence Fishburne; b. July 30, 1961, Augusta, Ga.)
670__ |a African American National Biography, accessed December 23, 2014, via Oxford African American Studies Center database: |b (Fishburne, Laurence; stage / screen actor; born 1961 in Augusta, Georgia, United States; attended the High School of the Performing Arts in Manhattan; became most visible in the late 1990s, playing the character Morpheus in The Matrix (1999); won the role of Tyrone Clean Miller in Francis Ford Coppola’s Apocalypse Now (1979); won the 1992 Tony Award for Best Actor for his performance in Two Trains Running; nominated for an Oscar for What’s Love Got to Do with It in 1993; won an Emmy Award for his play in the short-lived television series Tribeca Stories; NAACP awarded him the Image Award (1998) for his starring role in Miss Evers’ Boys (1997); was selected as an ambassador for the United Nations International Children’s Fund (UNICEF) (1996))
670__ |a Cornbread, Earl and me, 2016: |b title frame (Laurence Fishburne III
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© 2013-2017 Nancy L. Ruder


Holy agitation, Batman!

Into this sad and rainy month I must inject a note on the passing of a devoted major home appliance. Though not unexpected, the loss of Admiral ATW4675XQ0 leaves a profound silence in the heart of my home where a guh-chugga-chugga-chugga-UH-guh-chugga-chugga-chugga has been for almost seven years. Recent interventions with alternative longevity therapies, chants, and decals couldn't forestall the inevitable.


Our meditation instructor has suggested we practice in happy places, "not in the laundry room." The comforting distraction of a smoothly agitating appliance can be a fine focal point for meditation in my experience, so I disagree. The rhythm is not that different from focusing on our breath.


The Admiral was the lowest-priced pound-with-rocks-at-the-river-bank washer Home Depot sold in 2011 when the Kenmore left this realm. It served selflessly through all seasons. To every thing turn turn turn there is a cycle. A time to gather stones at the river...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

When I told my walking buddy that the washing machine died, she said, "Wow! On the same day as Billy Graham." A shared sense of humor, even slightly irreverent, is a wonderful thing--sort of mountain spring fresh with no static cling.

© 2013-2017 Nancy L. Ruder