We bought a flag the day after the election. I'll put it away tonight, and hang it up again on January 20th. Also, when Prop 8 is repealed.
Showing posts with label wishful thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wishful thinking. Show all posts
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Quest to Burn
Sunday Confessional:
I've wanted to go to B u r n i n g M a n for at least 20 years. I remember when it all began, at Baker Beach. One teeny speed bump has been that the man I share my life with does not share in my great quest to burn. Especially because it means massive crowds and the cruel Nevada desert. He'd be perfectly fine if I went without him. He knows how much it means to me, whether he comprehends my vision or not. Most of my formerly adventurous friends are wrapped up in their day-to-day. They wouldn't be likely to consider this sort of pilgrimage. I am also wrapped-up. Doesn't matter. I must participate in this powerful human experiment at least once before I slip into darkness. The playa is mercilessly hot. There are windstorms. It's a week of dirt camping with thousands of crazies. It isn't hard to understand why many I know and love would take a pass. I can't. And now that my children are nearly full-grown, it feels like the perfect time to go.
One of my all-time favorite gal pals from Santa Cruz attends, so I am 'in talks' with her about being part of her crew in 2009. It takes (at least) a year to plan it right. One must be fit, both physically and emotionally. No small undertaking, this quest of mine. I'm game.
'When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.'
Hunter S. Thompson
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Getting Fresh
Swiped from Post Secret a month or so ago.The term fresh start is not to be confused with the word change, which is being bandied about by most all of the candidates. It sure sounds great, in theory. I wish they'd elaborate. For me, it means it's time to look at things differently. And I'm working on it.
Monday, May 23, 2005
goin' where the wind don't blow so strange...
what do you think of my pet theory that people act stranger when it's
windy out there? i like to believe that it could be true. i've always sort of liked the wind, even when my asthma does not. it feels like the earth has a thing or two to say. oh, and it was great for sailing, the wind. sailing is a favorite memory of mine.
today my love and i came home from work to a welcome phone message. kp made it through his bypass procedure, and is in recovery. whew. we are so relieved, and thankful. the tough part lies ahead, i have no doubt. but he will have help, lucky for him. we talked to him on the phone last night, and i told him i would come as close to praying for him as i could, and i did. and that IS saying something, for this recovering catholic girl! my eyes kept getting teary, all day long. i love my friends.
more welcome news... the republicans lost more than they won today, in regard to the judicial nominations, and the monkey king's ratings continue to plummet. i also saw a
a report that californian's driving habits have not changed in the least, even though gas costs roughly 3 bucks a gallon. not surprising, since cars and driving are practically a religion in this state and elsewhere. but to be NOT modifying your gas usage habits in any way seems beyond selfish. i am so weary of selfishness, glutony, greed, and all the denial it requires to live in that way. hey, but at least they support the troops. deep sigh.
elder daughter called me on her cell phone from where the web cam is today, on campus. that was too cute. she will be done with finals on wednesday, and may just try to fit everything in her car and head home. she has most everything packed in boxes already. it would appear she is in a bit of a hurry to be gone-ya think? she will be glad to be back here, until the sheer boredom sets in, that is! younger daughter had her pal bing over after school today. cool kid, and a great jazz drummer as well. younger daughter is going to help me learn more about building my blog this weekend, thankfully. links and photos are coming soon. until then there is only my boring chatter.
it should prove to be a very unique summer around these parts. my 23 year old son is
wanting to come up here from santa cruz and spend a few weeks to a month, and get a job here in town, and save more money for his relocation effort to berkeley or oakland. he is considering giving notice at his current job in the next few weeks. i am so incredibly thrilled about this news. what's that? i must be nuts?...our shack is so small with just the 2 adults and 1 child. add the college kid AND the son and wow---not much room. especially with just one little bathroom. it will require patience, that is true. but it would be incredible to have our little family ALL together again. when the son left to live with his father in 1997, the girls were 5 and 11.(he was 15) they all missed out on a lot together. it was almost like a death, when he moved away. painful to recall, but we all made it through. and he is an amazing man. weird to call him that. i love my kids.
another day on the planet. glad that kp is still with us. and that my aiko brutha quit cigs! keep on visualizing the downfall of baby bush...it's working! check out the new willie nelson "album"...it's reggae, with toots (toots and the maytals) on it, among other folks.
windy out there? i like to believe that it could be true. i've always sort of liked the wind, even when my asthma does not. it feels like the earth has a thing or two to say. oh, and it was great for sailing, the wind. sailing is a favorite memory of mine.
today my love and i came home from work to a welcome phone message. kp made it through his bypass procedure, and is in recovery. whew. we are so relieved, and thankful. the tough part lies ahead, i have no doubt. but he will have help, lucky for him. we talked to him on the phone last night, and i told him i would come as close to praying for him as i could, and i did. and that IS saying something, for this recovering catholic girl! my eyes kept getting teary, all day long. i love my friends.
more welcome news... the republicans lost more than they won today, in regard to the judicial nominations, and the monkey king's ratings continue to plummet. i also saw a
a report that californian's driving habits have not changed in the least, even though gas costs roughly 3 bucks a gallon. not surprising, since cars and driving are practically a religion in this state and elsewhere. but to be NOT modifying your gas usage habits in any way seems beyond selfish. i am so weary of selfishness, glutony, greed, and all the denial it requires to live in that way. hey, but at least they support the troops. deep sigh.
elder daughter called me on her cell phone from where the web cam is today, on campus. that was too cute. she will be done with finals on wednesday, and may just try to fit everything in her car and head home. she has most everything packed in boxes already. it would appear she is in a bit of a hurry to be gone-ya think? she will be glad to be back here, until the sheer boredom sets in, that is! younger daughter had her pal bing over after school today. cool kid, and a great jazz drummer as well. younger daughter is going to help me learn more about building my blog this weekend, thankfully. links and photos are coming soon. until then there is only my boring chatter.
it should prove to be a very unique summer around these parts. my 23 year old son is
wanting to come up here from santa cruz and spend a few weeks to a month, and get a job here in town, and save more money for his relocation effort to berkeley or oakland. he is considering giving notice at his current job in the next few weeks. i am so incredibly thrilled about this news. what's that? i must be nuts?...our shack is so small with just the 2 adults and 1 child. add the college kid AND the son and wow---not much room. especially with just one little bathroom. it will require patience, that is true. but it would be incredible to have our little family ALL together again. when the son left to live with his father in 1997, the girls were 5 and 11.(he was 15) they all missed out on a lot together. it was almost like a death, when he moved away. painful to recall, but we all made it through. and he is an amazing man. weird to call him that. i love my kids.
another day on the planet. glad that kp is still with us. and that my aiko brutha quit cigs! keep on visualizing the downfall of baby bush...it's working! check out the new willie nelson "album"...it's reggae, with toots (toots and the maytals) on it, among other folks.
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