Cornucopia

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RantWoman,, PLEASE, no more metaphors. No more Moments of Massive Personal Significance boiled into a few elliptical words.

 

Not even if there is a cornucopia of gratitudes involved?

 

RANTWOMAN!

 

Really! RantWoman wants to acknowledge just a cornucopia of gratitudes. RantWoman acknowledges in advance that she is feeling a little sarcastic and charm-challenged. RantWoman thinks such states of mind can in fact make for interesting holiday conversations even when there is high risk that people will just choke on their cranberries.

 

RantWoman, NO CHOKING!

 

Metaphors

Um, sorry. RantWoman is a woman of great faith. RantWoman knows some people can handle metaphors much more adeptly than others and RantWoman dares to think that the metaphor over endowed can coexist blessedly with the metaphor challenged  RantWoman will chime in with one of her standard issue messages: it is glorious to worship together across differences. The message gets dressed up under a BUNCH of different stories, and RantWoman is probably too charm-challenged right now to see whether she can evoke enough questions to help anyone arrive at that or at RantWoman’s other most common message. Maybe the other message will tumble out in the rest of the words here. Maybe.

 

Story 1: the flag.

Not the flags on pointed sticks from a demonstration and some other adrenalin junkie protest moments from RantWoman’s youth, on RantWoman’s mind, thank you oh great Orange One and your view of the INF treaty.

 

This flag is more recent. Once upon a time at a blindness convention a couple years ago, it was time to open the first plenary with the customary color guard and presentation of the flag.  RantWoman sometimes suffers great conniptions of ambivalence toward the country, allergy to idolatry, and fervent passion for freedom of religion when faced with this ritual. This time, though, there was …no…flag.

 

RantWoman was not in charge of arrangements. Apparently someone looked high and low. Remember, it was a blindness convention. Looking high and low probably had limited utility. Finally, the presiding generator of women’s restroom consternation suggested that everyone should just imagine a giant Stars and Stripes strung across the wall at the front of the room. Everyone imagined. Every duly pledged allegiance and the day went forward, at least far enough for the next round of restroom chatter: “That was RUDE.” “How insensitive!”

 

The Cornucopia

But back to the cornucopia, as in images on the internet. RantWoman has been messaround with images and tactile graphics software and testing what kind of images reproduce well enough for someone to feel the right level of detail and identify what is in the image. Lately it has occurred to RantWoman that she could skip the internet searches for full-color images and just look for line drawings. Sigh. RantWoman has found many images DESIGNED to be printed out for coloring. However the images are NOT in a format that can be loaded into the tactile graphics software for kids who color differently. Sigh. Whine. Moan.

 

 

Not that standard-issue bright colored fruits and pumpkins are exactly the cornucopia on RantWoman’s mind. RantWoman’s mental cornucopia right now is running heavily toward overripe persimmons drawing raccoons, dinged zucchini threatening to drown the display, and incompletely pollinated stalks of corn. Hence the cornucopia label.

 

And if the cornucopia images accidentally look like the joyous Christmas cactuses of various Quaker Plant Exchange provenance instead of like half-composted harvest, I say turn the compost over again and run with the blossoms.

 

 

 

 

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