303 days, 1 hours, 5 minutes, 18 seconds

Two years ago she offered to hop for him.

303 days, 1 hours, 9 minutes, 19 seconds

He doesn’t even know what a hero is.

303 days, 1 hours, 16 minutes, 3 seconds

Her sister-in-law grabbed him right out from under her.

303 days, 1 hours, 41 minutes, 3.1 seconds

What she really wants is that electrician from Rhode Island. The one her father-in-law taught everything he knew. Call it a debt of gratitude. It's not love, but call it admiration. She's already booked a suite at the Oriental, down the hall from where Bush stays. She wants to be lying naked on top of the covers. She wants him to rush in and rape her. She wants to feel every wire he’s got piercing her. She wants to be scarred. It doesn’t make any difference how old or clean he is. Just so he’s from Rhode Island. And then she wants him to brag to everyone.

303 days, 1 hours, 54 minutes, 1 seconds

Why the hell was she stupid enough to leave him on that ventillator? Bastard.

303 days, 7 hours, 56 minutes, 31 seconds

It’s Easter. You’re supposed to get up again.

304 days, 2 hours, 32 minutes, 54 seconds

The dog from the church next door killed her rabbit.

304 days, 10 hours, 48 minutes, 46 seconds

No question that the enemy has tried to spread sectarian violence. They use violence as a tool to do that.

304 days, 11 hours, 2 minutes, 3.1 seconds

The day after Good Friday.

What’s so good?

A few years ago, driving to Queens to teach, she got trapped behind a Good Friday parade on Third Ave. All the side streets were closed off. This was before she had a cell phone, so she pulled over at two pay phones and called the senior center, asking them to tell people she was on her way, caught behind some stupid parade, to please wait.

Her husband says it wasn’t a parade, it was the Stations of the Cross.

310 days, 10 hours, 45 minutes, 51 seconds

See, in my line of work you got to keep repeatng things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda.

311 days, 12 hours, 18 minutes, 44 seconds

She wants to throw the basket out, but his brother convinces her to keep it.

311 days, 12 hours, 24 minutes, 23 seconds

For his 65th birthday, two aunts gave him baskets of candy.

312 days, 1 hours, 35 minutes, 2 seconds

This Backwards Bush online site is totally uncordinated with all her keycains and calendars. Even the number of days is different.

314 days, 11 hours, 10 minutes, 32 seconds

She wakes with almost as much energy as testerday. Takes quick notes for a poem. Gets in and out of the cab herself. The physical therapist scans her body, attacking muscle after muscle. Crushing.

315 days, 2 hours, 35 minutes, 40 seconds

The march to war hurt the economy. Laura reminded me of that a while ago, that remember what was on the TV sceens – she calls me, ‘George W.– ‘George W.’ I call her, ‘First Lady,’ No.anyway – she said, we said, march to war on our TV screen.

317 days, 9 hours, 25 minutes, 49 seconds

They didn’t think we were a nation that could conceivably sacrifice for something greater than our self; that we were soft, that were so self-absorbed and so materialistic that we wouldn’t defend anything we believed in. My, were they wrong. They just were reading the wrong magazine or watching the wrong Jerry Springer show.

317 days, 9 hours, 50 minutes, 9 seconds

Thank god for lemonade.

320 days, 23 hours, 27minutes, 11seconds

Citing “insufficient evidence,” top EPA officials in the Bush administration refused to raise the annual standard for fine particles of soot, which penetrate deep into the lungs and are believed to contribute to the deaths of tens of thousands of Americans each year.

324 days, 3 hours, 35 minutes, 37 seconds

They’ve closed Garlic Bob’s on her.

324 days, 6 hours, 2 minutes, 7 seconds

Anyway, I’m so thankful, and so gracious – I’m gracious that my brother Jeb is concerned about the hemisphere as well.

324 days, 6 hours, 15 minutes, 19 seconds

I thought how proud I am to be standing up beside my dad. Never did it occur to me that he would become the gist for cartoonists.

324 days, 6 hours , 26 minutes, 47 seconds

President Bush says that if we need to, we can lower the temperature dramatically just by switching Fahrenheit to Celcius.

324 days, 7 hours , 3 minutes, 50 seconds

To miss a day is one thing. To miss a leap, a chance to get over the hurdle, is something else. And there were frogs in her pond playing leap frog, eating the small fish, stirring up the sand along the bottom, dying the water deep beige. Then there were ducks who ate the frogs and fox who ate everything except the duck heads. She was left with brown water.

331 days, 9 hours, 46minutes, 55 seconds

There has to be more to life than this.

331 days, 10 hours, 14 minutes, 32.6 seconds

More Muslims have died at the hands of killers than – I say more Muslims – a lot of Muslims have died – I don’t know the exact count – at Istanbul. Look at these different places around the world where there’s been tremendous death and destruction because killers kill.

We know there are known knowns: that is to say we know there are things we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns – the ones we don’t know we don’t know. Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld

332 days, 0 hours, 41 minutes, 53 seconds

For several years, Google users could type “miserable failure” into the search engine and be directly taken to the official White House biography of George W. Bush. However, on January 31, 2007, Yahoo News announced that Google had fixed this “link bomb” glitch.

We’re concerned about AIDS inside our White House – make no mistake about it.

WWW.awfulplasticsurgery.com adds Bush to its roster of bad rhinoplasties.

Laura is out campaigning along with our girls. And she speaks English a lot better than I do. I think people understand what she’s saying.

I understand small business growth. I was one.

332 days, 3 hours, 50 minutes, 13.3 seconds

This time she was actually leaning on the cane.

332 days, 6 hours, 41 minutes, 9 seconds

See, one of the interesting things in the Oval Office – I love to bring people into the Oval Office – right around the corner from here – and say, this is where I office, but I want you to know the office is always bigger yhan the person.

I like my buddies from west Texas. I liked them when I was young, I liked them when I was middle-age, I liked them before I was president, and I like them during president, and I like them after president.

You work three jobs? Uniquely American, isn’t it? I mean, that is fantastic that you’re doing that.

I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. Corporations have been dethroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed. – Abraham Lincoln 1864. Quoted on Lincoln’s birthday.

The war on terror involves Saddam Hussein because of the nature of Saddam Hussein, and his willingness to terrorize himself.

President Bush met with the president of China at the White House. The arrival ceremony was interrupted by a protester who started yelling, “Stop the persecution, stop the torture!” President Bush had to ask, “Which one of us are you talking to?”

332 days, 5 hours, 43 minutes, 22 seconds

He tells her again she was a basket case. He knew he couldn’t bring her home.

332 days, 5 hours, 47 minutes, 14 seconds

Calendar #3 is almost useless – 365 stupidest things people have said, A lot of Jay Leno quality headline mistakes. You can’t see the forest through the trees.

332 days, 6 hours, 25 minutes, 35 seconds

The snow’s stopped falling.

332 days, 6 hours, 55 minutes, 54 seconds

A tax cut is really one of the anecdotes to coming out of an economic illness.

We need to apply twenty-first century information technology to the health care field. We need to have our medical records put on the I.T.

I want each and every American to know for certain that I’m responsible for the decisions I make and each of you are as well.

I know what I believe. I will continue to articulate what I believe – I believe what I believe is right.

Why don’t you volunteer? Why don’t you mentor a child how to read?

We have enough coal to last for 250 years, yet coal also prevents an economic challenge.

Finally, the desk, where we’ll have our picture taken in front of, is, nine other presidents used it. I think it was given us by Queen Victoria in the 1870s, I think it was. President Roosevelt put the door in so people would not know he was in a wheelchair. John Kennedy put his head out the door.

The Bob Jones policy on interracial dating, I mean I spoke out on interracial dating. I spoke against that. I spoke out against interracial dating. I support the policy of interracial dating. (Valentine’s Day, again).

We must all hear the universal call to like your neighbor just like you like to be liked yourself.

332 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes, 37 seconds

Part of the facts is understanding we have a problem, and part of the facts is what you’re going to do about it.

332 days, 7 hours, 1 minutes, 47 seconds

All fall down.

332 days, 11 hours, 40 minutes, 39 seconds

Catching Up:

Bush shoots self, country in foot.

As Bush’s attention shifted more and more toward Iraq, the annual increases in the poppy harvest in Afghanistan have paralleled the resurgence of the Taliban.

February 14: Ann Coulter on th 9/11 widows: These broads are millionaires, lionized on tv and in articles about them, reveling in their status as celebrities and stalked by griefparazzies. I have never seen people enjoying their husbands’ death so much.

On the one-year anniversary of Katrina in 2006, Bush was asked by NBC’s Brian Williams if he shouldn’t call for some sort of sacrifice after 9/11. He replied: “Americans are sacrificing. I mean, we are. You know, we pay a lot of taxes. America sacrificed when they, you know, when the economy went into the tank. Americans sacrificed when, you know, air travel was disrupted. American taxpayers have paid a lot to help this nation recover. I think Americans have sacrificed.”

That’s just the first countdown calendar. She has five now.

350 days, 14 hours, 20 minutes, 40 seconds

He reminds her she’s been home for over a month now. He reminds her about a lot of things.

357 days, 0 hours, 55 minutes, 35 seconds

She picks up one last prescription. Now let’s play Ditch the Doctor. Others waiting in the wings. A man this time. And she feels better already.

357 days, 6 hours, 55 minutes, 44.4 seconds

She has a rabbit too, you know. A big soft stuffed white one with floppy ears that she named Louisa Mae (thinking Southern Comfort, despite the cliché). A rabbit who was even packed in the computer case and spent Christmas in the hospital. The nurses adored her. She arrived the last day of chemo and has been such a comfort. Finally warm, finally home, they lie down together.

357 days, 7 hours, 19 minutes, 4.6 seconds

Once upon a time there was a PBS rabbit named Buster. Buster traveled around the country, visiting different families and learning about their lives. In January 2005 he was in Vermont, learning about cheese and maple syrup. Learning that some families had two mothers instead of a mother and father. Digusting, Bush’s new Secretary of Education called it. Not examples we should hold up before our children.

359 days, 23 hours, 0 minutes, 25 seconds

The room heats up finally, thanks to the space heater he bought just as the cold spell was ending. For him it’s plenty warm in here. Lying under four blankets, she tries to read, her fingers numb with cold. Finally the blood begins to flow again. She bought him a similar heater years ago, but the thermostat never worked.

362 days, 6 hours, 45 minutes, 31 seconds

Trapped under his ATV for three nights and four days under frigid conditions, a man survived by whistling to scare off coyotes. He kept himself warm by surrounding himself with dead beavers and eating their rotting flesh. And here she was just about to cart the wig off to storage.

362 days, 11 hours, 8 minutes, 32 seconds

Oh Kenny Boy, the stockholders are calling, the press is up in arms. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide… 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow… That’s right folks. Step this way and meet the man Georgie Porgie thought of appointing Secretary of the Treasury. Don’t be afraid of the bars, they’re only locked from the inside. Or actually they’re not locked well at all. Any credit card can trip them. Six years ago today, Kenneth Lay resigned from Enron. Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed… Bush claims to barely know the huge campaign donor. Oh Kenny boy, oh Kenny boy, I love you so.

363 days, 0 hours, 12 minutes, 14 seconds

Never boil a kid in its mother’s milk.

363 days, 0 hours, 49 minutes, 55 seconds

She missed the shortest day of the year (also probably the day she fell in rehab). She missed Jaqnuary 20, the one-year countdown to the end of Bush’s term (a box over her head that would be used for books any moment). Days she’d been planning to celebrate. Had she taken a gun to her earlobe she’d have probably missed. A woman, friend of friends, stuck a revolver in her mouth, fired, survived. Severely brain-damaged.

363 days, 15 hours, 19 minutes, 30 seconds

She never turned on her computer. Her camera never made it out of her pocketbook. But at least he thought to snap this,the ramp of the van coming right on the porch. He showed it to her last night, along with photos of Italy and his grandsons at Disney World.

364 days, 4 hours, 31 minutes, 43.6 seconds

CAIRO, Egypt (AP) - It's been a chilly welcome for America's president: The Mideast, known for blazing sun and scorching winds, has been hit with an uncharacteristic wave of heavy rain, frigid gales, and even a smattering of snow. If President George W. Bush thought he would escape the winter weather back in Washington when he jetted off to this region for eight days, he should have stayed home. It was nearly the same temperature in Washington on Tuesday as it was in Saudi Arabia.

364 days, 4 hours, 52 minutes, 19 seconds

The furniture’s cold. The storage room’s cold. They won’t let her near it.

The truck spent the night on the street last night. This morning they drove down, unloaded, then went back to unpack and set up the shelving. They couldn’t believe how cold it had suddenly gotten. Instead of the heat from the storage room spreading out, the cold from all those boxes took over. It will be a few days before she sees the work they’ve done.

364 days, 5 hours, 10 minutes, 38 seconds

All weekend she’s felt colder than she’s ever been, brought to tears crossing the street, despite the layers. And she wonders if this is what death feels like, all the warmth seeping out of the body.

364 days, 11 hours, 55 minutes, 6 seconds

From now on, only handicap bathrooms. On the Atlantic City Boardwalk they had bathroom stalls that were little more than port-o-sans, but then they always had one or two regular stalls, kept reasonably clean. These you had to pay a dime for. Unless someone was coming out and holding the door for you. Unless there was a child around who could crawl under and unlock the door. Maybe she crawled once or twice, maybe she never crawled. But she remembers being on the floor like that.

369 days, 20 hours, 41 minutes, 12 seconds

Walls are her friends.

369 days, 20 hours, 45 minutes, 8 seconds

There are always Orthodox scattered around these doctors’ waiting rooms. A woman in a very synthetic sloppy wig placed askew on head chats on a cell phone. Another woman comes in with a wool cap on, sits down, pulls out a mirror, and spends five minutes arranging dirty bangs with her fingers.

369 days, 22 hours, 2 minutes, 4 seconds

He kept his arm around her.

369 days, 22 hours, 14 minutes, 59 seconds

They stopped for ice cream (her body desperate for sugar once again; it’s been this way since chemo). The flavors weren’t written down and she was having trouble understanding what the guy was saying, so she just ordered from the first tub: raisin. He hates raisins.

369 days, 22 hours, 10 minutes, 15 seconds

She bought another five hats today, taking a cab to John St. after two doctor’s appointments. God knows what was going through her head. Besides exhaustion.Not quite the final half price markdowns, but there’s a 30% off after Christmas sale, with some really good hats left. She doesn’t want to be greedy, just covered.

371 days, 23 hours, 37 minutes, 52 seconds

Because he’s hiding!

369 days, 22 hours, 48 minutes, 49.6 seconds

According to the calendar: on this day in 2005, Bush was asked why Osama bin Laden hat had not yet been apprehended.

Because he’s hiding

371 days, 23 hours, 37 minutes, 52 seconds

The Bye-Bye Bush calendar reminds her that on this date (Jan. 14) in 2002 President Bush showed up for a press conference with a purple bruise on his cheek and a red scrape on his lower lip. He swept aside rumors that he’d literally fallen off the wagon, saying he choked on a pretzel. She’d forgotten those tales of the future president stumbling and falling, and getting up and
then quickly falling again and maybe hitting his head and briefly passing out. As if she’d ever cared. It had nothing to do with her.

376 days, 3 hours, 57 minutes, 36 seconds

It was during the first few months they were together. They drove out to Long Island, to a place that offered hang glider rides. Up above the clouds. Sun coming straight through that plastic. She barely staved off nausea. He asked the pilot what stunts he could do.

376 days, 5 hours, 13 minutes, 30 seconds

Everything grows better in a greenhouse, that protected environment. She takes a plant home and it’s dead within a day or two. She comes home, her balance certain, and… Don’t say it. Don’t even think it. Besides, all that glass and plastic closing in on her makes her faint. Faint means losing balance. So there’s no way out for her.

She breaks wind.

Germans, she reads, have developed a way to harness methane emissions from cattle. Cut down on the greenhouse effect, help fend off global warming. Increases the cow’s metabolism as well. It aids glucose production, makes the milk sweet. Now if they can just convince the cows to swallow the fist-sized pill.

She breaks more wind. Sorry.

377 days, 2 hours, 17 minutes, 18.5 seconds

11 steps. If you count the landing it’s a 12-step program.

379 days, 0 hours, 37 minutes, 28 seconds

I miss my parents, her mother-in-law said in a barely-audible whisper the night before she died. And she thought what a beautiful sentiment, knowing she’d see them soon. But her father-in-law, who could barely hear, heard I messed my pants. You hear what you need to hear. Depends.

377 days, 9 hours, 36 minutes, 24 seconds

Primary Day in New Hampshire. She wishes she could run.

379 days, 7 hours, 4 minutes, 38 seconds

She’s slipping on ice. But there is no ice.

380 days, 7 hours, 42 minutes, 31 seconds

So thank you for reminding me about the importance of being a good mom and a great volunteer as well. – President Bush in St Louis, January 5, 2004

The Bye-Bye Bush calendar gives this quote a whole weekend. She bought this calendar months ago, has been waiting for the quotes to start, then almost missed it. Her first weekend home. With all the boxes it’s as small as that private room she was moved to when her first and best roommate was having a bone marrow transplant. The canes are too high for her and have to be sawed off. She wonders if they saw through bone to reach the marrow. Her roommate’s 17th day on continuous chemo. She doesn’t want to live like this.

The woman’s family gathers around her.

A good mom? Best of all, Bush would stay home with his daughters. He’d watch over their mumps and their viruses. He’d learn to dress wounds and make a wonderful nursemaid. He’d make sure both girls got flu shots before the vaccine ran out. He’d bake healthy carrot-cake and banana nut muffins for them to take to school on their birthday, and he’d include a few extra, in case there was someone new in the class, or one kid dropped his. No child left behind. A boy might even throw one at another boy, in which case he’d kneel down at the boy’s desk and explain that throwing things can dangerous, and some things explode in mid-air. He’d volunteer more muffins for the bake sales. And he’d become the leader of a cub scout troop. You have to start somewhere, he’d remind all the boys in uniform.

381 days, 12 hours, 2 minutes, 25 seconds

Hillary came in third in the Iowa caucus. A woman who knows her place. Behind Obama. Behind John Edwards, whose real wife has cancer. For the second time. It’s treatable but not curable. It’s spread to the bones now, very painful. Hillary limps.

381 days, 13 hours, 30 minutes, 26 seconds

New York City window washer who fell 47 floors is awake and talking to family. She finds this news depressing.

382 days, 22 hours, 35 minutes, 13 seconds

Klutz. He steps on her shoelace. Four times.

384 days, 5 hours, 35 minutes, 36.4 seconds

Bush, two years ago today: I can't think of a better way to start 2006 then here at this fantastic hospital -- a hospital that's full of healers and compassionate people who care deeply about our men and women in uniform… As you can possibly see, I have an injury myself -- not here at the hospital, but in combat with a Cedar. I eventually won. The cedar’s a Christmas tree. And she’s home.

385 days, 6 hours, 33 minutes, 46.7seconds

Actually she thinks she probably did hurt her back. Backwards Bush. Watch your back. Back to the future. Back to business. With their favorite flower shop closed till Wednesday.

385 days, 6 hours, 54 minutes, 4 seconds

Had she been smart she wouldn’t have leaned to the left like that.

385 days, 7 hours, 6 minutes, 54 seconds

Last New Years Eve, after the fireworks, they sat around munching coldcuts and talking about Social Security.

385 days, 7 hours, 17 minutes, 11 seconds

It’s going to be a strange new years eve celebration. He and friends from college, like every year. One died three years ago. One has the flu. One’s just home after his second pacemaker and a collapsed heart valve. And she’s stuck here.

385 days, 7 hours, 45 minutes, 46 seconds

All she does is reach down for her pocketbook, to look at the Backwards Bush clock (she hasn’t gotten on the Internet yet today). She wanted to write the above lines, praising the bed. And the bed traps her. Or the siderail traps her. Or is it a guardrail? Whatever, it presses straight across at about the level of her underarms. Really digs in. She imagines a huge bruise she’ll never see. At least it’s not the neck breaking. At least it’s not the heart.

385 days, 7 hours, 51 minutes, 54 seconds

She laughs and the world laughs with her. Turns in bed and the bed realigns itself. But mostly she cries in bed.