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A reason to throw a party… and to have it catered

17 Nov

​It was surprisingly warm last night in the Airstream. Low sixties, maybe high fifties. I’ve been sleeping in a wool poncho I got in Mexico, so that might very well have been helping as well. Before dawn, a crazy wind kicked in and I had to get up and secure some things, because even with windows and door shut, if not latched properly they rattle like hell. There are plenty of breezes that get through the seals. When I got back in bed Frank crawled under the blanket and poncho with me. It got cold, but not til the sun came up. Then it kept getting colder.

I woke up when the wind literally shook me out of bed. Frank had also skooched me to the edge so that spill was partially his fault too. Falling in the Airstream sucks. You hit everything. Like I could’ve literally landed my head in the oven. The camper was swaying so much because of the deflated tire, the uneven parking space, and the blasted super wind cutting down the mountain at 70mph. I could hear things outside snapping and falling and breaking. Desert debri stings.

I grew up in the south. I know you don’t stay in a trailer in a wind storm. So Frank and I put Cheese-cat outside (he has a safe spot) and went to the grocery store and laundromat. The awful wind wouldn’t stop and it was honestly pissing me off, coupled with a handful of folks being extremely deficient at their jobs, and Frank being a total jerk about some cheese snacks I had in my purse, I was having a truly awful day. I had to fight just to shut doors, keep groceries in their bags, my laundry off the parking lot, and it kept getting colder.

I haven’t yet unpacked any of my bags except a weekend bag from a month ago, because there is nowhere for me to put everything right now. I’m crowded. So at the laundromat I was that human (we’ve all seen them) who literally took off her coat, her sweater, and her socks in public by the washer and threw them all in, then hung out for an hour in only dress pants and a wife beater, doing a crossword by a glass wall on the busiest street in town. My eyes felt like they did when I had pink eye. Was the wind giving me pink eye? The idea pissed me off. I was stewing in crankiness. Not my best showing.

Some rando came over and offered to get me stoned. Seriously. I was that disheveled and unhappy. He buggered off and then people mostly left me alone. But then after an extremely chilly patio beer with Mr. Frank and a pretty sunset we decided to get a cheap hotel room and a warm bath. We shared some junk food and I changed my poncho and now all I felt was tired. 

Oh, and pure joy. Because on the way to get junk food I saw this beauty and had to do a double take.

That’s right. Waffle House has a food truck. So life headed in at least one right direction today. Kaboom, y’all… now what sort of party should I get catered?


Amidst in the Mist

26 Sep

My mom is visiting.

My friend is leaving. 

On sad circumstances which is the worst. He’s had his moments where he really impressed me. Freaking each other out about our haunted house, fishing, smoking in the attic, gossiping like children… too many to list. He has no idea but just a week earlier we made a playlist together. It was first thing in the morning, the hours before we really converse with each other. He played a song he knew I liked. He wasn’t playing it for me. He was just jamming to wake up. It made my mind kick into gear as well. It made me think of another song. Next time I passed by his station he had another great song going. It made me think of one as well. I started jotting them down. 

I call the playlist Wednesday Morning and it is perfect for solo dance parties (or parties with other people), car trips, putting your make up on before work, boat rides, or even first thing in the morning. 

Thank you, Clay. Every one can make a memory. I have memories AND a concrete reminder of our fun together. 

I prefer it played on shuffle:

  • Into the Mirror – Minus the Bear
  • Let it Happen – Tame Impala
  • Summertime Sadness – Lana del Rey
  • Sun in the Morning – Future Islands
  • Little Wing – Jimi Hendrix
  • The Less I Know the Better – Tame Impala
  • Home – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
  • Lower the Heavens – the Donkeys
  • Paper Thin Walls – Modest Mouse
  • It’s Summertime – The Flaming Lips
  • House of the rising Sun – the Animals 
  • Flying pizza. – Lousy Robot
  • Fleetwood Mac – Gypsy
  • Doves (Vince Clark Remix) – Future Islands
  • Have You Ever Seen the Rain? – Creedence Clearwater Revival
  • A Dream of You and Me – Future Islands
  • Heart Cooks Brain – Modest Mouse
  • Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie
  • Buenas Tardes Amigo – Ween

The Gambler

9 Sep

Somethings keep remaining funny long after your life should’ve outgrown them. 

  • Watching people trip and fall
  • Friends dropping ice cream cones, tacos, or other cherished food items
  • Listening to someone talk when they have no idea they have food on their face or something in their hair
  • Making someone pull your finger

Now, I know I should be an adult and not chuckle about childish things, but they still crack me up. What’s a girl to do?

I made a friend pull my finger last night, and afterwards said “woof, that’s a relief. That one was a total Gambler.”

He didn’t understand what I meant while I was dying of laughter.

“A Gambler?”

“Oh yes, Bekah’s dad came up with it while we were in college and there was a sharting incident. You know, ‘you’ve got to know when to hold ’em.

Luckily, he was as childishly amused as I was at that.

Viva grown up life!

Nope Nope Nope

8 Sep

It rained last night and a lovely dense fog sat on the island all morning. When I got home from work I realized a screen had fallen from my window so my room was full of flies and mosquitos. Great.

I went to tidy up and get a fly swatter. Then I saw the new arrival. An unwanted roommate. 

Now a spider is a valuable asset in biting black fly and mosquito country, but I severely dislike them. Like a lot. I’ve been pinned in terror to the other side of my room. My housemate won’t even come in, it’s so creepy.

I swear I can hear it whispering my name. 

Nope. I have two options now. Move, or sleep with one eye open. Moving seems easier. I didn’t like any of this stuff anyhow.

One wing isn’t even enough…

1 Jul

I have the day off. I slept late, letting my sunburn soak in some much needed aloe. When I went in for breakfast, there were reports of mackerel running so I headed down to the dock to throw a line. No luck, and then the boats started coming in. You can’t win them all.

So then we headed to swim beach, because it was a hot day and the water looked inviting. One can’t spend an entire summer in the ocean and not get in. We went swimming, somewhat reluctantly, as the water is a cutting fifty-something degrees. It was hard and icy but refreshing.

Then upon getting out of freezing water to a really warm beach, Mario went into shock. He got lightheaded, dizzy, sleepy. We got him some juice, Greg sat and made sure he was well, we fed him lunch and propped him up in the deck chairs facing the sun to warm him up and get his blood flowing. We were praying we didn’t have to call the helicopter.

Then we all saw it. Up in the sky there was a crazy color burst through the clouds that slowly took the form of Angel wings (to everyone else, to me it looked like a Cylon Raider in rainbow colors) and it grew bigger and more pronounced, then it faded and shifted off to the north. We all felt amazed by our little moment. And Mario was better. It was timed perfectly.

Pictures didn’t really capture it, but here is my lazy cell phone camera attempt to prove that it was real.

This thing happened…

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One wing isn’t even enough

…to leave

Greatest Dates of All Time

28 Jun

Ok, my title is misleading. But I recently talked with some friends about some of our favorite dates of all time.

I’ll start with one of my favorites. Girl, young, successful, beautiful, great personality, goes to dinner in Phoenix with a guy she met online and really seems to like. Wears white booty shorts to showcase her rocking body and legs. Sits down… and sharts herself. So immediately she jumps up and backs the whole way out of the restaurant, just repeating over and over that it’s not him, she just has a personal problem. Never sees him again.

A lady I know has MS. When she has to pee, she has to pee. She went on a date with a guy who picked her up in a new, slamming Porsche sports car. When they get to the restaurant, the parking lot is packed and Porsche guy is too cheap (or whatever) for valet. He’s driving all around the parking lot as she says, “Can you just drop me off at the door, I’ll run in to the restroom while you park.” To which he replies, “No no, we’ll find a spot soon.” So they park and as soon as she gets out, she pees herself. Being super resourceful, she sees a water wall fountain by the door, and quickly falls in. Her date freaks out because now she’s a mess. She asks him to drive her home, and he replies that he doesn’t have a towel. She calls a cab. Never sees him again.

My buddy’s mom decided to start dating again, years after her divorce, so she goes online and sets a date with a seemingly mature older gentleman. When he arrives for the date he quickly states, “You don’t look like your picture” and gets up and leaves. Forgets his wallet. She picks it up and follows him to give it back. When he sees her following he takes off running. So then she takes off after him yelling “Mister!”. He runs on, she keeps chasing. I love the visual of two old people in a foot chase down the street. They did not see each other again.

Another guy went out to a club and met someone to go home with. Upon arriving, the man says he hopes it’s not a problem, but he has a couple cats. A couple. They go inside and like 17 cats are running around. He tried to overlook it but about five minutes in has too leave. More pussy than dick in that apartment, as he tells it. Never saw him again.

Anyhow those are just a few. More to come later.

The Ghost in the Forest

25 Jun

A light in the woods, a plate in the kitchen, a door that unlocks itself.

I’ll start at the other night. Got off work relatively early for a dinner shift. The moon was out and bright and I decided to go on a moonlight hike with a friend. We ended up in the middle of the Cathedral Woods instead of by the shore. The moon was gone, swallowed up by the towering pine trees. We were in an animated discussion over something or other and sat down to debate. I took off my coat to sit on. After a while I caught a chill, I thought we should keep moving to warm up. Debate continued instead. Off in the woods I saw a light. For a moment I thought someone else was out for a stroll. I turned back to talk. About ten minutes later I looked back and the light was still there. More defined. Taking shape. I kept one eye out. Ten minutes after that it was closer. This is when I pointed it out to my companion. We watched, and ever so slightly, ever so slowly, it was approaching, its shape defining a bit more each time. It was somewhat like a snowman without the middle ball. We started walking. I looked back twice, it was there both times, the same distance from which we had left it, steadily following behind us. At the end of the woods, where we met the road we both turned. It stayed in the thicket where the trees began. It hovered. We went home.

The next day I was in the kitchen prepping for lunch. I walked some silverware to the dishpit, in a separate room, and the cooks were behind the line away from the open area of the kitchen and sink. With no one even remotely nearby, a dish flew from the sink area and shattered on the floor across the way. We all just froze and looked. Sure, maybe there’s a logical explanation, but no one felt like talking, felt like stating the seemingly true.


But then, I’ve been wrong before. There is certainly an odd energy on this tall rock out in the sea, though. You can almost reach out and touch it.

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