At Thomas' 30th birthday party, I fell in the pool with my clothes on. Backwards. Singing.
It was documented.
Last night I dreamt that I was in Tibet with Kailee (whom I work with) and that we went swimming in a big lake surrounded by barren, rocky land. My dead dog Frida ran up to me as I sat by the water's edge and I stuck my nose in her fur and breathed her in. We talked for a while.
I've been thinking about her all day.
Realizing that we opted not to buy Mexican car insurance on Friday the 13th.
When I arrived in Teco, a little boy shouted to me, "I haven't seen you in so long!" It was sweet.
Instant high: when kids ask me if they can do their craft a second time.
Went to see my buddy Elvira who used to direct the community center and now has a little tienda. I got behind the counter with her and drank a coke in a bottle (they taste so good that way) and we laughed about our pitiful love lives and it was a moment of pure happiness, talking in Spanish to a friend, being in my beloved Teco where so much has moved on but I am still welcome. I could hear the kids in the street playing futbol and it was warm and summery and the store was cool and breezy. A sweet moment in time.
In line to cross the border, a large bellied security guard snapped at a twentiesh cuteboy, "I told you to move to the right, did you hear me?"
The guy nodded, shocked.
"Well then move!" he snarled.
The guy responded quietly and moved.
It was an ugly moment. everyone was quiet and tense. And it seemed to me to be totally unprovoked.
I swallowed hard to keep from saying something nasty under my breath, like "That guy would have made a good Nazi."
I hate the border.
after the meanness ensued and the guard left, a couple from Nebraska made some kind of comment about "Homeland security" in a kind of smug, this-is-the-price-we-pay-for-safety way. I thought, "Hey, Nebraska, asshole border guards do not keep us safe from terrorists. There is no way to protect our borders. People will always get in. Border Patrol is merely symbolic."
And the really scary individuals have enough money and resources to get in.
I've seen so many incidents of rude and callous behavior when crossing the border over the last 10 years or so. Are we safer because of that?
Now I need a bath.
I just fell in love with Jeff Buckley's voice.
You know how people tell you for years and years, "oh, you should listen to so-and-so, you should read such-and-such book" and then you finally do and YOU CAN"T BELIEVE YOU LIVED WITHOUT IT?
Yeah. Jeff Buckley's "Grace".
Last night I dreamt that I was hanging with Elvis Costello. He was in love with my best friend but she wasn't having it so he invited me to his place and tried to kiss me on the balcony. I was all, "Elvis, I am not going to be second banana." But then I noticed that he was a great kisser so we made out.
The night before I dreamt that I was a seal.
Kia and I walked at Mission trails with her new baby Auggie (I seem to be surrounded by babies and breakups) and as we walked up a steep hill we heard a "whoa!" from a cute bike boy behind us. turned around to see this snake (http://www.whozoo.org/Intro2000/vansibor/VanSib_CaliforniaKingsnake.htm) making his quick and muscular way across the asphalt. Then he turned around and went back to where he came from. Confused snake. He sure was pretty though--chocolate brown with yellow stripes.
That was baby August's first snake!