PRONUNCIATION:
(KWID-nungk)
MEANING:
noun: A nosy or gossipy person.
Here's a word I've never heard of, but whose meaning is a part of everyone's life in some way or another. Have any Mrs. Kravitzs in your neighborhood?

Random thoughts and musings on what is going on in my corner of the world mixed with some of my creative work.
An Invitation to Join the Dance
Take my hand and place it in yours
Intertwine our fingers so that I can hold onto you
Forever
Close your eyes and listen to me very carefully
You are very, very precious to me
You are my heart and my soul and my everything
I want to spend the rest of my life with you
I want to wake up every day and go to sleep every night
Having witnessed your smiling face, your laughing eyes
I want to make you my wife
The queen of my life; the holder of all that is good in the world
I want to be with you forever
I want “yes” to be the sweetest word that I will ever hear
I love you.
A voice is calling me from afar
A muted voice, muffled by the fog of distance
Calling me home
Calling me back
Calling me to reclaim my soul
Its time to move forward
To take a stand
To take those gifts of nurture, guidance and firm hand
To cast a wider net
Letting those qualities of leadership and organization
Be used for a greater good
In order to touch many more people
People in need of inspiration
The whispers begin in a soft hush
And with each question, the tone and volume increase
Exponentially until by the last, there is a cacophony in my head
Begging for action to stop the pain
These are the questions
That now creep through the shroud of fog,
Entering my brain like tiny carpenter ants
Drilling into my subconscious mind:
What do you stand for?
What do you believe in?
What is of importance outside your immediate family?
What will you fight for?
What will you die for?
What is the ultimate sacrifice?
Until one can answer these questions
They will remain stuck in a sludge of indecision
Letting their minds follow the shallow breath of the wind
Like swiveling heads at a tennis tournament
Ok, this is Day 6 of the after-effects of Hurricane Ike and as of this morning there were still 100,000+ area residents without power. People's nerves are no longer even hanging on by a thread- they are purely non-existent. Good Samaritans have popped up everywhere though: cooking meals, providing bags of ice and bottled water- even lending their available washers and dryers. Yesterday, I passed a large piece of wood painted white with big red letters reading: “Without power? Come on in for free hot dogs, chips and drinks." Someone had fired up a couple of grills and was making some very frazzled families very happy.
Everyone is thankful that Cincinnati was spared the devastation that Galveston and the Gulf area experienced, but the seemingly cavalier return of power in a very disparate way (blame those nasty grids) and Duke's Tuesday night PR snafu in which they claimed power would be restored to 85% of the city by the end of Wednesday (which, oh by the way obviously didn't happen) certainly didn't help those poor souls who are staring the beginnings of the weekend right in the face.
I have been trying to mail a package all week at my local govt. post office. The employees are inside the building working in dim light with all the windows and doors open because the electric is still out there. I can make any transaction that involves cash or weighs less than one pound, which doesn't help the baby gift that they are unable to service that is now very, very late. The kid will be walking by the time it arrives!!!!
On a slightly humorous, "what were they thinking??!!" note, one of the local stations sent out an email alert today (to those of us who could actually receive it) entitled: Blackout 2008: A Survival Guide on how to manage through this time of crisis. Why it came on Day 6 and not Day 1 or 2 is anybody's guess. Here is the blitz: MORE DETAILS:
SO THAT'S WHAT'S GOING ON IN MY CORNER OF THE WORLD. THANK GOD FOR SUNSHINE!!!!!
Urgent male voice penetrating the retreating words of sarcastic Dr. Laura
I turn up my radio volume
Has she been dethroned? Will I have to discover lively talk-show banter from another source to fill my ears as I go about the business of life?
No, the voices are talking in rapid shot-gun burst words
I reach for my television remote. The local news jockeys and the emergency broadcast system won't fail me. If anything is going on, it will be there, floating like an errant banner on the bottom of my t.v. screen.
Didn't Pete Delkus (local t.v. metorologist) warn me street by street in living technicolor just where and when the Tornado of '99 was going to hit?
I WAS PREPARED.
Doomsayers predicted the shutdown of all computer-operated systems due to the Y2K switchover.
Gallons of water were stored in my basement just in case the toilet failed to flush or
the refrigerator refused to unleash the cold water and ice we were accustomed to at the touch of a button.
I WAS PREPARED.
9:20 a.m. September 11th, 2001: a day in which
I WAS NOT PREPARED!
Tragic words and images pour forth into my home
My ears ring with the cries and screams of New Yorkers
Channel-hopping to discover more:
CNN, MSNBC, MATT DRUDGE, Internet News Sites
Information filled my brain, piercing it like tiny drops of water in a Japanese torture chamber.
No more. I can't stand to absorb any more ALONE.
I reach out to family members via my cell- the regular phone lines are jammed across the nation.
I reach out to neighbors.
I meet them walking zombie-like in the street, scanning the skies.
We hold each other; eyes filled with tears of disbelief.
I worry about my children: are they safe, should I go get them from school?
What do I tell them?
The Pentagon- my father's work place: Unreachable. No cell number in my Palm V.
Pittsburgh: my husband's meeting site. Reachable, Safe. Thank God for his cell phone.
WHAT HAPPENED?!!?? Questions fill my brain like a cacophony of birds in an Alfred Hitchcock black & white.
Who are these people so filled with hate?
How could we (I) be so blind to their darkness?
Had I become too complacent in my Christian, Tide-laundered, mini-van driving, soccer-mom world?
Abject fear of the unknown filled my life.
Absence of planes in the air above and then their re-emergence brought quick fearful looks to the heavens.
What would/could drop from the skies next?
Feelings of being swept up in a child's game of "Doggie, Doggie Where Is Your Nuclear Weapon" consume me.
Dirty Bombs, Car Bombs, Tennis Shoe Bombs.
Bomb, bombs all around.
The media sucks me in like a huge vacuum cleaner. I become a 24/7 news junkie. In the days following, I relay the latest reports to my fellow bus-stop parents each morning at 7:25 a.m.
Obsession clouds my mind, my being.
I SURVIVE on five hours of sleep a night.
I change my habits, cancel play dates; cut back on volunteer activities; hold my children closer to home
And Matt Drudge (Drudge Report) becomes my constant 1:00 a.m.companion always with the latest breaking news.......
Finally I am saved by the words of my Defence Contractor (retired military) father:
"You have to go on living, because giving up due to fear is letting the enemy inside, creating a victory for terrorism."
Slowly I return to a life of near-normalcy.
But will life ever be truly normal again????????