Thursday, June 26, 2008

midnight cherry pickin'

a friend and i picked cherries off someone's tree in their front yard. at night. we made our getaway on our cruisers, one purple, one green.

it was magnificent.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

I'll take one wife here and another wife there

My friend Michelle recently bought two hand puppets made in Yemen, a little country at the tip of Saudi Arabia, by a woman who makes and sell these things to support her family. In Yemen, women also follow the guidelines of covering their whole bodies except for the eyes. The woman calls her lady puppets "resilliant spirit" because the women of Yemen are tough in order to survive, they need to be strong to get by. The women dress in all black and the men in all white. How nice that the men have to wear white in such a hot country.

The woman has a husband, he's from Saudi Arabia. He has a wife in Saudi Arabia and she is his wife while he's in Yemen- and maybe he has another one in another country, I don't know. Saudi Arabia is much richer than Yemen, but I learned he doesn't support the Yemen wife, maybe when he's living in Yemen, maybe. But otherwise she's on her own. He just comes and goes when he pleases and when he wants some. This made me mad to learn of these women's lives, mostly because I can't do anything about it directly right now and because I'm so selfish.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

bank teller blues

Hello Darling it's been a while I know...

How many times do I have to say my mother's maiden name to the bank teller on the phone for her to understand that it's my mother's only name before she was married?? That just teaches me, don't talk on the phone before 9am. ever.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Chugga Chugga

3:45am The Pullman. chugging along in the brisk night air. cheesy... but true. it's raining. and we're on the train, the Pullman, chugg chugging along. Through the Sierra Nevada lager. ancient writings on the door, from someone out of state but we cracked the code Amy and I did. the beads of water dripped from the old rusting chains. the caboose was a beautiful sorry sight, aged and breaking down. beautiful.

and to finish off this morning adventure, american dream pizza with sun-dried tomato and bacon. at 5am the sky is all ready lightening up, the sun will show it's face soon enough. just in time for me to begin sleeping.

we also had some chocolate. german chocolate.


Monday, June 2, 2008

I finally saw it...

anyone i've asked about the movie: the notebook, has said it's amazing, great, so good etc. well i finally saw it this morning while working. it won me over from the start because the main story takes place in the 1940's and i'm very partial to that cultural time with big swing bands! and dancing dancing dancing and the dresses! love that. men that can lead you around on the dance floor, push and twirl you around mmm.

it's an incredible story, i didn't expect that, i had no idea what the movie would be about and i think it is now one of my favorites. it's inspiring, the love he had for her, to stay with her through her dimensia, how after years of love and life together she couldn't recognize him but for brief moments she would remember who she was, who he was and then all of a sudden he'd be a stranger again. his love amazed me. love is a choice. a choice to be self-less.