Sudden death. I don’t understand. He was such a wonderful person. Ambitious, he went for his dream to become a sommelier at UC Davis. He had impeccable taste in music and wine, and I can’t do anything but numbly look through all our conversations now. Rest in peace, Ilan. I can’t bear it that I can’t talk to you anymore.
This is where it was at last night. The “cupcake” bottle of red deserves a special bit of attention.
I usually LOVE thunderstorms. But when you are in a dome in a valley and there is intense lightning, thunder, wind, and downpours…the storms don’t seem as friendly. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, and had my mind whirling terrible thoughts about what was going on outside, and potentially could happen to us. Thankfully, my roommate was really calm and sang to me, and even let me curl up with her for a while for warmth (it’s also really cold when it storms). We find out this morning that the storm was the craziest one Israel has seen in over 20 years. (It’s good because we were having a water shortage!) But we were all very happy when the atmosphere finally calmed down this afternoon, and this beautiful Rainbow appeared over Dome-ville. Sigh.
So I came home exhausted and sunburnt. I crawled into bed after a long cold shower, and decided that I needed to watch a romance movie. Bright Star had finally made it to Netflix instant streaming. I love Keats’s poetry, so I decided to go for it. It was beautifully filmed.
Yesterday was EPIC. I have been telling a few people lately, of my desire to bike-ride from Williamsburg to the Cloisters. It’s over 15 miles, and I haven’t done much riding around the city…so I guess I was speaking about it without actually doing it. The other day Ben contacted me and asked if I wanted to do the ride with him on Saturday. Perfect. Someone who is keeping me on my toes for what I want. So grateful. Anyway, Ben ended up not being able to ride the whole way because he had work, but his friend Rick (who I actually knew years ago from Bluegrass jams- so hilarious) rode all the way up with me. My bike is a rickety fixed gear hot mess, (no really, it’s sexy looking but totally difficult to ride) but we made it! It was stunning out. This is from under the George Washington Bridge. And getting to see The Cloisters was just a bonus reward. Stunning. Superhero tour of the galleries and gardens, and now all I want is a castle. Or a unicorn. Well…sort of.
Today was so amazing.
I signed a new client who inspires the giggles out of me (literally. giggles).
I saw the Kinesiologist and he is just a dimpled wealth of information. I feel like I’m already healed. Years of things are getting cleared up.
Then I met my birthday soulmate for yoga talks. She is going to help me with a chakra/spiritual/energetic yoga routine so that I have it for keeps.
AND I saw THIS. I was immediately enchanted. I want this as a tattoo.
She waited in the secret garden where we found curly haired trees, baby-bottom-soft leaves, jasmine smelling somethings, and a man with a tale.
I spent the day with Amber at the park. We talked and read books and napped and picnic-ed under a beautiful tree. We were utterly present. Totally happy. That top photo is a Pug-Hunch (Like Punch-Hug mixed up). It’s lemon/honey awesomeness. We added strawberry to the mix today for the heck of it. YUM.
Grandma & Grandpa
Went to visit Grandma
& Grandpa (we miss him) in Long Beach today since I had a day off. Sometimes taking care of yourself on your day off means making sure to take care of others.
She misses him devastatingly.
Married for 63 years and in love forever.
Believe in True Love.
Well I decided to geek out yet again (the correct week this time) at Barnes & Noble to hear Patti Smith get interviewed for the release of her new book “Just Kids.” It is about the love between her and Robert Mapplethorpe. Listening to Patti speak is like listening to a constant reading of poetry. The story of her coming to NY, working in book shops, getting saved from a horrible date by Robert, and how their love from then on lived, and grasped on to each other for dear life throughout the trials of being a poor artist in NYC; all the way to the Chelsea Hotel. (Although it was funny at one point someone commented about Robert being the love of her life to which she replied “no I think my husband was my love on my life.”) But still. Their tie is everlasting. It was so very interesting to me. A few things that really hit my core:
First of all, as beautifully spoken as Patti was, at one point mid-expression she said the word “something” as “sum’m.” I don’t know; it just made me feel like everything was even more beautiful and raw.
She said that Robert asked her on his death-bed “Did art get us?” And she spoke about how when we are artists or writers, we look at the world constantly for ways to express or change what we see in some way. And perhaps that makes us almost too busy thinking to live in the present. Because we want to take that present and make it art. (This was the crux of it, with, ironically, my expression of what she said). Something lit up in my brain when she spoke about this concept. I am very thankful.
She told a story of Janis Joplin, and how she shadowed her back to the Hotel (Chelsea) one evening, and how Janis was talking about being surrounded by men constantly and always ending up alone. Patti comforted her and all her boas, and left her room, calling her “a pearl of a girl.” I mean this is like a first-degree history lesson for me. Love it.
Patti also sang some tunes with Lenny, used the expression “committing art,” (which will now be a huge part of my vocabulary), and saluted Kate McGarrigle.
If I were my own best friend, I’d look me in the eyes and question why I love so hard toward those who don’t give a damn. But instead, I’m just myself and I turn with a smile and pour my love into the next set of of one way looking glasses.
Kiddies & Martinis
So my sister’s kids have a family wedding coming up so sister asked mother to sew aprons for them so they don’t destroy their clothes while eating. Came home last week, and mother proudly shows me the "perfect!" fabric she found for this project. It was black and COVERED in martini glasses. I started laughing hysterically thinking it was a joke, but realized rather quickly that it was not at all. So I went with it. And, I mean, now she’s making me a skirt out of the print, too.
I have a very vivid memory of me sitting on the kitchen floor trying to smooth out the worry wrinkles in both my father and mother’s foreheads when I was very little. I distinctly remember how troubling it was that when I released my little fingers the worry lines were there right away…(not) Once again. Now I here I am trying to battle those similar lines. With no girl and no boy trying to straighten them out.
I finally feel like I have a focus for a real leap into my future. I want to get into a program in an IV league school which requires me to take the GRE’s. I was never good at math, in fact…In high school I used to cry and leave class regularly because it just didn’t get along with me. And now here I am with three different math workbooks in front of me reviewing the very basic of math concepts. I still don’t understand it. I keep telling myself I can do this. So does everyone else around me. But then I googled some math terms, and the great world of Google lead me to a THIRD GRADE math curriculum’s website. Yikes. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. Right?