Fashionably late, as always
Jun. 5th, 2002 01:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2Figured I would write about my weekend now, seeing as it was wonderful and faboo and insert-any-positive-adjective-you-wish...
Friday:
EDT was prominent, and every reason why I hate cellphones, hell, telephones anymore, was verified as my attempts to notify![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravenskuld of my delays and my departure to pick him up failed miserably because of an unreliable cell-leash. Grr.
Oh well...no problems finding his family's home. It was amazing to see his son after what, seven years now? Surreal, to say the least. The boy was a toddler back then, and now he is a spunky miniature of his father, same nervousness, same eagerness, same eyes...beautiful child.
And then there wasravenskuld himself. When last we saw one another in person, it was a strange mixture of long-time friendship and sadness for how he was taking care of himself. He was not well. And even though I had been reading his posts about how he's been taking better care, seeing was believing...I cannot even express how much joy welled up inside of me to see him so much more healthy and alive! I am so proud of him...so very, very proud.
We wound up at Lasso the Moon to buy Jawndomay incense. While I was there though, I had the strangest sensation that I was to look for something. I searched around a bit, eventually hunting down their tapestries. There it was, nine months later...the Om tapestry I had fallen in love with nearly a year ago and had no money to buy. So, back nine months ago, when I said goodbye to it, I promised myself that if it was still in the store when i next I came, I could have it.
It will be hung in Dawndom soon. It is a burnt reddish-orange color, very warm, deep, comforting to me. There is a black tribal sun in the center with a giant Om in the middle of it. And all around the sun, Oms...oms oms oms!!!
I think I want a red Om tattooed behind my left ear...I can hardly hear out of it, might as well make it look pretty!
We walked out and I realized i was hungry, so we went over to this little deli and ate gyros, talked small talk. I felt so distant, just from the world, really. He had nothing to do with it, and I hope i didn't come across as being inconsiderate to him. Everything seemed so dreamlike though, every moment, every breath...I felt like I was in a movie, and that everything was just vastly, almost overwhelmingly, out of my hands.
We wound up wandering down a hill behind the Pufferbelly. I realized pretty quickly that my shoes were not functional to hiking/ wandering, so I kicked them off and threw them down the side of the hill. He laughed at me, and i smiled as the moist, cool earth softened below my feet, creeping up between my toes...I'd almost forgotten how much i enjoy being barefoot! Of course, my feet are born-again virgins to earthly delights such as that one, andravenskuld was kind enough to move sharp debris from my path as I got to the bottom. I then returned my shoes to my feet to walk across the large rocks and train tracks.
We sat above a small dam to the little river there. There were people fishing with their dog, and others wandering on the decks below and to the left of us. My friend was nervous about the return, but found it well worth it in the end. I found myself more flattered and honored to have carried the black box than I thought i would have been, but he trusted me to hold it for him, no questions, no snooping, for upwards of a year. Anyone who entered my purse-box always asked what was in the smaller box...I couldn't tell them though - I made a promise, and i always keep my word.
The pink was clear, crisp...I saw the calm, and was happy to know i helped him in any way achieve that.
Upon taking him home, I found reality setting back in - may have been Kent that disrupted me so much. I have so many wonderful memories from that town, but many bad ones as well. For such a small college town, it has energy like a large city at times...a whirlpool of sorts.
I hugged my friend as I dropped him off, and told him I would see him soon.
When I got home,wraptboy and i decided that humanity was too hard to handle right then, and we rented From Hell and A.I. The first film was all we made it through, and a great spectacle of mystery it was - I had no idea the guy who played Bilbo in Lord of the Rings was such a great actor! And the imagery...the opium-induced scenes, the flashes of knives, flies reaching the rotting human flesh that Jack the Ripper left behind, the characters...it was a good deal.
Saturday:
I woke too late...wayeee late...more EDT domination that i struggled with as the ritual of getting-ready-to-go occurred. I found myself in Stow by 2PM instead of 11AM. grr.
Tardiness, i have decided, is hereditary. My mother is the origin of the comment, "I will be late to my own funeral," I swear by it! She had my niece working on some activity books, and when I wanted to go, she wanted me to wait. I began to get annoyed, and eventually she gave in to me. But THEN we had to take everything Leah owned with us, and i had to call my sister before I left.
Going on 2:45 by the time I am on the phone...Deb wanted me to come by her work to say goodbye to Leah. WTF??? She's going to come back, and the gas station was not on the way. But, I went anyway - she is a single, overprotective mom, and I cannot argue with that.
Leahbug and I got to the zoo by 3:45, and everyone and their mother was there! The APL was having some sort of showing, and there were all these puppies, and my heart began to break remembering Bats...but Leahbug didn't let me go there - she wanted to see the "aminals," and I came back to where I was, spending the day with the coolest 3-year-old I know!
She loved the elephants and the hippos, and kept talking about their big butts...I so *heart* that girl! *bounce!* We walked all over the place, an she would not be convinced that ostriches weren't turkeys! LOL She was so good, really, and just in awe of everything, so excited and chatty, OMG! She told me all about her mommy and daddy and her friends and her toys and school and church...it was the most amazing day for me. I spoiled the hayel out of her too...a small giraffe toy she named George, whose eyeball would later come off and she freaked about it. I figured out a way to attach it, and became the coolest auntie since Mame! She eventually fell, running hurriedly down a hill and scraping her knee. She screeched for her mommy...I was the closest thing :::shivers!::: and came to her rescue, cleaning her off and kissing it better.
Next came lunch, hot dogs and chips - she ate like she never does, and I was happy for it. She went potty for me, telling me she had to go and then grabbing her crotch the whole way to the restroom: "I gotta hold it!" she said...I almost died! And we sat and watched people...she liked doing that almost more than watching the "aminals," I think, especially daddies and babies. Her daddy isn't such a good one, and she told me how he smacks her bottom a lot and yells. I told her to be strong, and to remember that she is loved. She said, "I know THAAAT! Silly Dawn Dawn...silly silly silly!"
I wonder sometimes if she really is an adult trapped in a toddler's body. She just blows me away with the shtuff she blurbs out!
We went camel-riding, Boab Tree exploring - Australian Adventure is da bomb! The Butterfly Magic exhibit was very disappointing, but they had coy fish in the little pond inside, and she liked them a lot, so it wasn't a total loss.
Eventually, she became very tired and crabby - it was time to go home. She was out like a light before I hit 480.
Saturday Night:
Just take a gander at the posts I made that night...about three or so back. I need not go there otherwise...I have yet to figure out what exactly I spent $30 on at Half.com that night!
Margs on tap....bad bad bad
Sunday:
Recovering...OMG. I got up early so as to get ahold oftheshadowsfall and possibly meet for lunch. Unfortunately, he made other plans because of my err in communicating. Sadness ensued, and the world swirled before me...I was still a bit drunk from the night before. Ugh!
Eventually,wraptboy got home, and he, bindrune and I decided to hit Sal's, the best greasy-spoon on the west side of Cleveland! Where else can you get so much good food for $3??? We called Vito and his Vanja (still not sure how to spell her name) and we ate till we nearly popped! LOL There was this wacko drunk guy who started up some madness with Sal, the owner, with a can of Old English in his back pocket no less! AT NOON!!! GLACK! But Sal handled it with style, poise, and firmness...it was great to see such a legend in action! LOL
Eventually Vito and Vanja showed, and I got a bit smarmy, saying more than I should have perhaps, but I was hung over and lost track of caring. I got lost a few places...watching the coffee cream swirl in my cup, easy distractions...arms, memories, realizations. It felt good to feel free for a change.
When I got home I left a message forevilshell to meet me at the Phoenix coffee shop on Pearl at 6PM. From that point on, my roomie and friend accompanied me to City Buddha to drool-drool-drool over all the fabulous goods inside.
I could soooo spend $1000 in there in five minutes, oh my goodness.
And they had the most gorgeous jimbes, and curtains...the curtains...shimmery, warm-toned, embroidered...blah!!!! I want them...mine! mine! mine! There was also this new bed there...too damn cool for words!
As the three of us wandered up front, the boi working the cashier said hey, and I noticed his tattoos...fresh, beautiful graywashing...fire, smoke, dragons...drool-drool-drool. (Do boi's tattoos count as goods?) He told me he designed it, and then we talked about comics and tattoos; I was dressed in a hippy-like peasant blouse, looked like a hippy too (heh heh gippy-goil! hee! hee!) He took this visual of me very literally, and I all but laughed at him when he said phrases like, "But you probably don't like comics...most girls don't." HA! HA! HA!
True, I am not well-versed in many comics, but I love Sandman, Kabuki, JTHM, Squee... There's a decent list I know of. He is apparently working on his own comics, hopes to work on animation some too. I kinda got lost in talking to him, and it was nice to be able to talk so freely with a stranger, not something I do often. But he, a man by the name of John or Buddha, depending on your relationship with him, was friendly and not even remotely threatening to me. Not to mention he had no problem with labeling one of the newer items with the last word being "things." he said he couldn't think of anything else to call them...fantastic!
Eventually we got to talking about cartoons - he voiced that they and Discovery were the only things worth watching on TV anymore because the news is nothing but depressing and violence and gossip-crap (How about boiz themselves? Are they considered "goods inside?") We continued chatting about music, vinyl, deejays...I think I threw him off with my appearance a bit earlier, almsot certain of it now, because he seemed very pleased and a little bit surprised talking about all of these things with someone. I think I made a friend at one of my favorite stores...I was a happy siren when we left, yup yup yup.
We were all indecisive, and Fairuza was being too noisy for comfort, so rather than going back down to Summit county to Virginia Kendal Ledges we settled for Riverside cemetary, a place I have driven past thousands upon thousands of times and never gone into.
First thing I recall is the sign that read, "Babyland" and some other shtuff that was completely unimportant and irrelevent from that point forward.
*sigh!* I want to write this, but I am being called away away away by other forces.
To be continued...
Friday:
EDT was prominent, and every reason why I hate cellphones, hell, telephones anymore, was verified as my attempts to notify
ravenskuld of my delays and my departure to pick him up failed miserably because of an unreliable cell-leash. Grr.Oh well...no problems finding his family's home. It was amazing to see his son after what, seven years now? Surreal, to say the least. The boy was a toddler back then, and now he is a spunky miniature of his father, same nervousness, same eagerness, same eyes...beautiful child.
And then there was
ravenskuld himself. When last we saw one another in person, it was a strange mixture of long-time friendship and sadness for how he was taking care of himself. He was not well. And even though I had been reading his posts about how he's been taking better care, seeing was believing...I cannot even express how much joy welled up inside of me to see him so much more healthy and alive! I am so proud of him...so very, very proud.We wound up at Lasso the Moon to buy Jawndomay incense. While I was there though, I had the strangest sensation that I was to look for something. I searched around a bit, eventually hunting down their tapestries. There it was, nine months later...the Om tapestry I had fallen in love with nearly a year ago and had no money to buy. So, back nine months ago, when I said goodbye to it, I promised myself that if it was still in the store when i next I came, I could have it.
It will be hung in Dawndom soon. It is a burnt reddish-orange color, very warm, deep, comforting to me. There is a black tribal sun in the center with a giant Om in the middle of it. And all around the sun, Oms...oms oms oms!!!
I think I want a red Om tattooed behind my left ear...I can hardly hear out of it, might as well make it look pretty!
We walked out and I realized i was hungry, so we went over to this little deli and ate gyros, talked small talk. I felt so distant, just from the world, really. He had nothing to do with it, and I hope i didn't come across as being inconsiderate to him. Everything seemed so dreamlike though, every moment, every breath...I felt like I was in a movie, and that everything was just vastly, almost overwhelmingly, out of my hands.
We wound up wandering down a hill behind the Pufferbelly. I realized pretty quickly that my shoes were not functional to hiking/ wandering, so I kicked them off and threw them down the side of the hill. He laughed at me, and i smiled as the moist, cool earth softened below my feet, creeping up between my toes...I'd almost forgotten how much i enjoy being barefoot! Of course, my feet are born-again virgins to earthly delights such as that one, and
ravenskuld was kind enough to move sharp debris from my path as I got to the bottom. I then returned my shoes to my feet to walk across the large rocks and train tracks.We sat above a small dam to the little river there. There were people fishing with their dog, and others wandering on the decks below and to the left of us. My friend was nervous about the return, but found it well worth it in the end. I found myself more flattered and honored to have carried the black box than I thought i would have been, but he trusted me to hold it for him, no questions, no snooping, for upwards of a year. Anyone who entered my purse-box always asked what was in the smaller box...I couldn't tell them though - I made a promise, and i always keep my word.
The pink was clear, crisp...I saw the calm, and was happy to know i helped him in any way achieve that.
Upon taking him home, I found reality setting back in - may have been Kent that disrupted me so much. I have so many wonderful memories from that town, but many bad ones as well. For such a small college town, it has energy like a large city at times...a whirlpool of sorts.
I hugged my friend as I dropped him off, and told him I would see him soon.
When I got home,
wraptboy and i decided that humanity was too hard to handle right then, and we rented From Hell and A.I. The first film was all we made it through, and a great spectacle of mystery it was - I had no idea the guy who played Bilbo in Lord of the Rings was such a great actor! And the imagery...the opium-induced scenes, the flashes of knives, flies reaching the rotting human flesh that Jack the Ripper left behind, the characters...it was a good deal.Saturday:
I woke too late...wayeee late...more EDT domination that i struggled with as the ritual of getting-ready-to-go occurred. I found myself in Stow by 2PM instead of 11AM. grr.
Tardiness, i have decided, is hereditary. My mother is the origin of the comment, "I will be late to my own funeral," I swear by it! She had my niece working on some activity books, and when I wanted to go, she wanted me to wait. I began to get annoyed, and eventually she gave in to me. But THEN we had to take everything Leah owned with us, and i had to call my sister before I left.
Going on 2:45 by the time I am on the phone...Deb wanted me to come by her work to say goodbye to Leah. WTF??? She's going to come back, and the gas station was not on the way. But, I went anyway - she is a single, overprotective mom, and I cannot argue with that.
Leahbug and I got to the zoo by 3:45, and everyone and their mother was there! The APL was having some sort of showing, and there were all these puppies, and my heart began to break remembering Bats...but Leahbug didn't let me go there - she wanted to see the "aminals," and I came back to where I was, spending the day with the coolest 3-year-old I know!
She loved the elephants and the hippos, and kept talking about their big butts...I so *heart* that girl! *bounce!* We walked all over the place, an she would not be convinced that ostriches weren't turkeys! LOL She was so good, really, and just in awe of everything, so excited and chatty, OMG! She told me all about her mommy and daddy and her friends and her toys and school and church...it was the most amazing day for me. I spoiled the hayel out of her too...a small giraffe toy she named George, whose eyeball would later come off and she freaked about it. I figured out a way to attach it, and became the coolest auntie since Mame! She eventually fell, running hurriedly down a hill and scraping her knee. She screeched for her mommy...I was the closest thing :::shivers!::: and came to her rescue, cleaning her off and kissing it better.
Next came lunch, hot dogs and chips - she ate like she never does, and I was happy for it. She went potty for me, telling me she had to go and then grabbing her crotch the whole way to the restroom: "I gotta hold it!" she said...I almost died! And we sat and watched people...she liked doing that almost more than watching the "aminals," I think, especially daddies and babies. Her daddy isn't such a good one, and she told me how he smacks her bottom a lot and yells. I told her to be strong, and to remember that she is loved. She said, "I know THAAAT! Silly Dawn Dawn...silly silly silly!"
I wonder sometimes if she really is an adult trapped in a toddler's body. She just blows me away with the shtuff she blurbs out!
We went camel-riding, Boab Tree exploring - Australian Adventure is da bomb! The Butterfly Magic exhibit was very disappointing, but they had coy fish in the little pond inside, and she liked them a lot, so it wasn't a total loss.
Eventually, she became very tired and crabby - it was time to go home. She was out like a light before I hit 480.
Saturday Night:
Just take a gander at the posts I made that night...about three or so back. I need not go there otherwise...I have yet to figure out what exactly I spent $30 on at Half.com that night!
Margs on tap....bad bad bad
Sunday:
Recovering...OMG. I got up early so as to get ahold of
theshadowsfall and possibly meet for lunch. Unfortunately, he made other plans because of my err in communicating. Sadness ensued, and the world swirled before me...I was still a bit drunk from the night before. Ugh!Eventually,
wraptboy got home, and he, bindrune and I decided to hit Sal's, the best greasy-spoon on the west side of Cleveland! Where else can you get so much good food for $3??? We called Vito and his Vanja (still not sure how to spell her name) and we ate till we nearly popped! LOL There was this wacko drunk guy who started up some madness with Sal, the owner, with a can of Old English in his back pocket no less! AT NOON!!! GLACK! But Sal handled it with style, poise, and firmness...it was great to see such a legend in action! LOLEventually Vito and Vanja showed, and I got a bit smarmy, saying more than I should have perhaps, but I was hung over and lost track of caring. I got lost a few places...watching the coffee cream swirl in my cup, easy distractions...arms, memories, realizations. It felt good to feel free for a change.
When I got home I left a message for
evilshell to meet me at the Phoenix coffee shop on Pearl at 6PM. From that point on, my roomie and friend accompanied me to City Buddha to drool-drool-drool over all the fabulous goods inside.I could soooo spend $1000 in there in five minutes, oh my goodness.
And they had the most gorgeous jimbes, and curtains...the curtains...shimmery, warm-toned, embroidered...blah!!!! I want them...mine! mine! mine! There was also this new bed there...too damn cool for words!
As the three of us wandered up front, the boi working the cashier said hey, and I noticed his tattoos...fresh, beautiful graywashing...fire, smoke, dragons...drool-drool-drool. (Do boi's tattoos count as goods?) He told me he designed it, and then we talked about comics and tattoos; I was dressed in a hippy-like peasant blouse, looked like a hippy too (heh heh gippy-goil! hee! hee!) He took this visual of me very literally, and I all but laughed at him when he said phrases like, "But you probably don't like comics...most girls don't." HA! HA! HA!
True, I am not well-versed in many comics, but I love Sandman, Kabuki, JTHM, Squee... There's a decent list I know of. He is apparently working on his own comics, hopes to work on animation some too. I kinda got lost in talking to him, and it was nice to be able to talk so freely with a stranger, not something I do often. But he, a man by the name of John or Buddha, depending on your relationship with him, was friendly and not even remotely threatening to me. Not to mention he had no problem with labeling one of the newer items with the last word being "things." he said he couldn't think of anything else to call them...fantastic!
Eventually we got to talking about cartoons - he voiced that they and Discovery were the only things worth watching on TV anymore because the news is nothing but depressing and violence and gossip-crap (How about boiz themselves? Are they considered "goods inside?") We continued chatting about music, vinyl, deejays...I think I threw him off with my appearance a bit earlier, almsot certain of it now, because he seemed very pleased and a little bit surprised talking about all of these things with someone. I think I made a friend at one of my favorite stores...I was a happy siren when we left, yup yup yup.
We were all indecisive, and Fairuza was being too noisy for comfort, so rather than going back down to Summit county to Virginia Kendal Ledges we settled for Riverside cemetary, a place I have driven past thousands upon thousands of times and never gone into.
First thing I recall is the sign that read, "Babyland" and some other shtuff that was completely unimportant and irrelevent from that point forward.
*sigh!* I want to write this, but I am being called away away away by other forces.
To be continued...
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Date: 2002-06-05 07:17 am (UTC)well, knowing what i know of you, that almost seemed appropriate.
you're proud of me? *ahem* it's so strange to hear those words. i seldom do. thanks for noticing. and yes, my son seems like a mini-me. sometimes i like that, sometimes he gets under my nails like so few can! :)
okay, before i wind up reiterating thanks and thoughts about the box and how much you kick ass as a woman, as a friend, as a confidant...oh, wait, i'm doing it... *smirk* being aroud you was/always is so much fun!
love and hugs to you!
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