Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Call me Possum


I saw three wild turkeys this morning as I was headed into work. Along 118, there, at the new rent-all place – you know the one I'm talking about? It's just before you go under the railway trestle.

Well anyway, two of the turkeys were inside that fence and the other turkey was on the outside. You should have seen them. They were desperate to get to each other, running back and forth alongside the fence, gobbling and flapping their big, awkward wings. I felt like stopping and saying, "Just fly over the fence, you stupid bird! You got wings! Use 'em!"

Lately I've been feeling a whole lot like that turkey on the outside of the fence.

Possum

In other news I was watching Places in the Heart last night, the 1984 movie with Sally Field where she played a widow woman during the Great Depression. Love that movie. It was John Malkovich's first movie role – I didn't know that until Robert Osborne talked about it during the movie's introduction.

The kid's name in the movie is Possum. I turned to Dave and I said, "Dave? Will you call me Possum?" He was half-asleep. He mumbled, "yeah," but he hasn't called me Possum. Not yet, anyway.

If I could have any name I wanted I think it would be Possum. Maybe Scout, from To Kill A Mockingbird, cause that's pretty good, but Possum is better. Cute and cuddly, just like me. With whiskers, just like me.

No rat tail, though. Just turkey feathers.

I don't know if it's Scout I have a thing for or Gregory Peck.
Wait. I totally know the answer to that question...

37 comments:

  1. On St. Patrick's Day do we call you O'Possum?

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  2. OK we'll call you Possum. And now I'm thinking about Possum Lodge and Red Green. Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati!!!

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    1. HAR! Red Green! Can't believe you have their credo memorized!!!!!

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  3. The wild turkeys make me think of Dad..we often saw them on the way over to Cannington.

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    1. I have no brain whatsoever, Delores, no memory, but did I already know you have a Cannington connection? Did I tell you I lived between Woodville and Cannington for a few years? I might have... I really do have a bad memory.... but how cool is it that we both know Cannington???

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  4. I have a post about wild turkeys, too, but they were up in a tree.
    And there was one, lone turkey in the park next to our house a couple of mornings ago.

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    1. Don't you love seeing them? So cool. I'll check out your turkey post. Meanwhile, I went to bed early last night and curled up with your book. I'm about half done now and it's just rolling along. So good, Andrew!

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  5. Well Possum, (LOL)I thought that turkeys can't fly. And here's why- there was a show on tv a long time ago called WKRP in Cincinnati and they had this Thanksgiving promo and threw turkeys out of a helicopter. But the turkeys hit the pavement because they can't fly. LOL

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    1. Oh god, I remember that. SO FUNNY. But they were domesticated turkeys! The wild ones can fly, apparently! Maybe we should rent a helicopter and throw them out the window just to see, though.

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    2. That was one of the funniest shows ever. I still think about Les Nesman, and Herb Tarlick. Those guys were classic.

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    3. And Johnny Fever and Venus Flytrap, of course. Even the boss was funny! (The future Maytag man)

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  6. Gee, if I ever watched a movie I might understand the possum thing. Oh, well. I can tell you, turkeys are dumb enough to fly, and then fall through the canvas awnings on our house when they're dumb enough to think they can lift off from our roof without flapping a wing. So, not comprehending one reason for calling you something else, it's still Cathy from down here.

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    1. LOL!!! Thanks Joanne!
      Yup, turkeys are about the stupidest creature on the planet, I have to say. I've seen smarter bugs crawling around. But I love 'em just the same!

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  7. Turkeys, they do fly. They used to get on the roof next door all the time out in California.

    You should have seen these two Scissortails today Possum. There were three crows walking, maybe a mommy, daddy, and baby and one must have been hurt or else they were protecting the baby. The two Scissortails kept doing these U's over the crows, one on each side, flying down in turn and almost touching the crows and then flying back up as the other flew down. Over and over and over. It was so trippy. The point is that sometimes I feel like the baby crow except with no mom and dad. So Possum, don't feel alone!

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    1. Not knowing what a scissortail was, I googled them just now and, WOW, what beautiful birds! Those long tails are so elegant. It must have been trippy, seeing that scene in motion.
      Crows and ravens are often chased by smaller birds but I suspect it's because they're always trying to steal from other birds' nests. It always makes me smile when I see a bunch of sparrows putting the boots to a big old raven.
      I love watching the birds. Dave and I sit outside whenever we can and just watch and listen to the cacophony of forest birdies.
      Thanks Rubye!

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  8. HI, Possum. As long a you dot send too much time playing possum, things should be good.

    Being a possum means you are a "night person." Not always the best attribute for a worker in a "day job."

    Not so sure about cuddly and cute. Yes, they are that. But they also have a nasty bite. Which rules you out, doesn't it?

    See you around, Possum.

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    1. Thanks Rob-bear!!!
      HEY! You weren't at our bird feeders last night were you?????? We're going to have to start bringing in our feeders at night because last night a bear tore into them. Our niger feeder is lying over in the bushes and our squirrel-proof feeder is ripped apart. Obviously squirrel-proof but bear-proof? Not so much.

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  9. I'll call you Possum if you call me Wonder Woman....:)

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  10. You know... I always wanted a more exotic name so on the blog I went with Julianna, a combination of my first and middle names.

    Maybe you could change your name on the blog... because if it's on the internet, it has to be true, right?

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    1. Of course now I'm trying to figure out what your real name is... I totally thought your real name was Juli!!! Oh well, it's great. You should keep it. And you definitely seem like a Julianna to me!

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  11. Dame Edna Everidge has a tendency to call people Possum, which basically ruined it for me, but Scout would be fine.

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    1. EC! You're back! I hope you're feeling better and getting back to blogging. We've missed you like crazy around these parts!

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  12. Hiya Possum/Scout (delete as applicable!) ;-)

    We're mostly stuck with a name we probably had no say in - but you can legally change it if you want. Question is, do I really hate my name enough to go to all the time and expense of changing it by deed-poll?

    The only person I know personally who's done this was my own father - after first living under an assumed name for 40+ years!

    He finally changed it legally once he retired and his work pension had been granted. Mind you, we never found out until a 'death-bed' confession some 8 years later (which, laughably, he recovered from and survived for another 18 months!)

    I often wonder if we'd have found out if he'd died without spilling the beans......

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    1. Fascinating! Your father had an assumed name? Why? Because he didn't like his original one or was he "runnin' from the law????" And then he only told you as he thought he was dying????? Wow! What a story!
      And yes, hilarious in a dark way, that he told all and then lived. Like one of those movies where they're told they're dying and they spend all their money.

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    2. Possum/Scout - it was more a case of the second option!

      In the 1930's, as a youth, he and some friend had gone into Glasgow to the cinema but spent their return fare home on fish and chips. After one of them had pinched an unattended truck to get them home, they'd been stopped by a policeman and fearing his father's response for bringing the family name into disrepute, my Dad glanced at the sign above the shop he was standing in front of and used that as his 'new' surname. At that time, he had the option of appearing before the "beak" (magistrate) and accquiring a criminal record, or he could opt to enter the armed services. He took the latter route, and thus he was formally registered with this false name!

      His marriage certificate of 1943 perpetuates the lie, also changing his father's surname. I have no idea if my mother ever knew the truth, although she was heard to remark, after a trip back to Scotland to meet his family, that all called him by a different name.

      Apparently, Dad decided to change his name officially by deed-poll in April, 1980, after he retired, afraid it might jeopardise his pension. However, we kids were none the wiser until a "death-bed" confession in 1988!

      To cap it all, my brother and his wife had nearly come to divorce proceedings having argued over the naming of their first son - my brother won, but later finding he had named the child after a fictional character wasn't all that funny (..." If he (Dad) had been a well man I'd have hit him!").

      Moral of the story, as a genealogist - you can't even trust official documents!

      (sorry that's a bit of a long-winded comment, Cathy!)

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  13. What about 'Poss'? That's Australian for Possum and a common endearment. Dame Edna Everage sort of wrecked the name Possums because ... oh well, long story.
    Anyway. Why not ask him when he is fully awake? Then, three months later when you have a barney, say "And, you NEVER call me possum!"

    PS, I'd love a reply button on my blog. I like how you can reply to each comment.

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    1. Sarah, you have a Blogger blog - you can have one too! It's just a matter of going to the top menu and clicking 'Design'
      Then you choose Settings from the menu running down the side. (You are on the new Blogger interface, right? Not sure if you can do this on the old one)
      When you click on Settings, a new menu appears. Click on Posts and Comments.
      Then you have a choice of Comment Location - choose Embedded. That way you'll get the reply button.
      While you're there....
      Click "no" for word verification, in case you haven't already. So many people still have those captcha settings and you don't know unless you visit your blog from another computer. I ranted and raved about those things for the longest time only to discover I had them myself!!!!

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  14. The Possum Pledge:
    Quando Omni
    Flunkus Moritati
    (When all else fails: Play dead.)

    From the Red Green showl
    the Ol'Buzzard

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  15. Cathy, I'm a lifetime member of Possum Lodge! I've even met Red Green himself! And Peter 'Ranger Gord' Keleghan is one of my FB friends. :D

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  16. Great post! I'm really loving your blog. :) I'm Irish, but working in Canada for 4 months as a nanny.

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  17. Hey Possum how you doin? ^_^

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  18. gawd that movie is a blast from the past.... I love sally field (being gay your just HAVE to love sally field)

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