About last night...

I was leaving Mom's house last night after watching the shows (we always watch Survivor and CSI together). Driving down the freeway I happened to look over to the other side of the freeway and there were all these flashing (red, white and blue) lights. There were police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, etc. All the traffic was blocked off from the other direction. I don't know what happened, but it must've been something really gnarly. Then closer to home, I was driving over a bridge, and when I came down the other side I saw a strange sight indeed. A large old house was being driven down the middle of the street. It took up all four lanes! I've seen this before, especially where I live now, but it's still an unusual sight. To see a house going down the road, especially at night. Kinda eerie and it makes me wonder: Where did it come from? Where was it going? Who lived there? What kind of memories are left inside?

Goodbye Anna Nicole...

I can't believe she's gone. She was larger than life. I remember I impersonated her one year for Halloween when I worked for BCM. On my way in from the parking lot to the office, I nearly caused a Metro bus to wreck. I had on a micro-mini skirt, a low-cut blouse, high heels, silver hose and a long, blonde wig.
Then came Anna's "troubles". The legal battles. The loss of her son. The birth of a daughter. The paternity suit. The fight over her residence. The TrimSpa lawsuit. And the final straw -- questions whether her current lover was involved in her son's death. I guess it was just all too much.
Goodbye Anna Nicole.
'For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one,
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your slient knowledge of the beyond, And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.'
...from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.

Absence of sunshine...

Just got back from my java jaunt. I rarely go at the same time and it's interesting to notice the differences. Of course, the later it gets, the more traffic there is. But it's the presence or absence of dogs in the yards that's curious. Sometimes it seems like every yard has a dog. Other times like today, I didn't encounter any. Some of the dogs just sit quietly and watch you pass by. Others run frantically back and forth, yapping for all they're worth, trying desperately to defend their territory. It's funny because sometimes there are two different kinds of dogs together and the sound their different barks make, like harmonizing on a canine scale. Sometimes I have to laugh. Some look so ferocious. Some dogs just walk silently along the fenceline with me. Some come up with a wag and a friendly smile. Oh and I saw a lady walking her dog; they were color-coordinated. She had white hair, she wore gray sweatpants, gray sweatshirt, white tennis shoes walking a white schnazer (sp). Then I came across a watch in the middle of the sidewalk. I didn't know if I should pick it up and put it out of harm's way or leave it. I decdied to leave it in case the "owner" returned. Closer to home I saw an odd thing. There is a tiny, old, beat-up shack-type building on a mostly vacant lot. Not unusal. But in front of it, right near the door, there in the grass was a ring of flowers. Real ones. Actually they were in a horse-shoe shape. Not sporadic, not in a straight line, but in a half circle, an arc, of lillies.
Don't forget: tonite is the season premiere of Survivor!

This morning's walk...

...the dew drops sparkling and glistening, from the morning sun, on the
slender, chartruse blades of grass.
...the harmonious melodies of different songbirds happily greeting the
dawn.
...the rat-a-tat-tat of a determined woodpecker.
...The delicate cooing of two pigeons overhead on the telephone wire.
...the big, wet, sloppy kiss on my nose, from a cute little orange and white
puppy.
...the toasty, enticing aroma wafting from a woodburning fireplace.
...the faraway, distant blowing of a train horn.

All this (and more) I experienced on my walk to Sunny's store this am to get my morn coffee (Starbucks Frappuccino, of course!)
What a way to start a day!

About the wkend...

Well, I'm running behind schedule. About the wkend. Saturday my honey and I went to the Yale St Art Market. Always a good time! It was a little chilly, but we warmed things up a bit w/ shots of Jose. Saw some of the "gang": Michael-Ann, Myra, Katie, Elaine, Mary, Erika, Mitch, Carolyn and Cindy. Missed Gordy who was out sick and Mercado. Then to Joe's Crab Shack w/ friends for supper. Sunday I got a wild hair and said let's do a beach run. So that's what we did. That's one (of the many things) I love about my boyfriend. He's always up for spontaneity! Most guys would not have ditched the Super Bowl to make a beach run, but that's my honey!!
We had a great time! Went to Bolivar and had the whole beach to ourselves; not only because it was cold, but because most people were somewhere watching the game. Even though it was a little chilly, we still had 1/2 a bottle left, so it kept us comfy. And the sunset was spectacular!
We were some picture-taking fools! So it was indeed a Super Sunday!!

Bittersweet day...

hi folks. today is bittersweet. 1st it's groundhog's day. kinda cute. you know, puxatawny phil and all that. one of my fav comedies is "Groundhogs Day w/ Bill Murray" and this yr the famed groundhog saw his shadow, therefore indicating an early spring. so on to the "darker side." my dear, sweet brother's birthday is today. Mark Macy. we were so close. but he is no longer w/ us. so say a prayer for Mark. he was awesome!!! he rocked!!! ya'll would've loved him and viceversa.
on a different note. my boyfriend just fired up a wand of sage. we both adore the scent of burning sage. and i was inspired to write this:

the smell of sage
it brings back memories of
the dry, desolate desert
of tumbleweeds, blowing past
of the dry, hot, heat of the desert
the sun blaring down
hot and sweltering
of days past,
native americans astride
their wild, running mustangs
in hot pursuit of bison
roaming, thundering hooves
b/4 they became extinct...

and this:

there were signs
that it would not last
but we did not listen
we did not heed the warnings
we thought the trees
would blossom forever
that the rivers
forever would run clear
and the air
would be free of clouds
of the type
that choke and imprison
how wrong were we?

Mississippi Mud Pie

What a day, what a drag. Today's rent day. But maybe even worse than that, I must return to the dentist. I went yesterday for a routine check-up and was told I have 2 cavities. And my blood pressure was up. Wonder if that was b/4 or after the news?
My driveway (unpaved) these days resembles mud pie, hence today's title. It's always so lovely to slosh through it, from my front door to my car, where it always ends up all over my matts.
Today's the 1st of February. Mom said she heard there were only 6 days of sunshine in January. I believe it! It's been pretty dismal weather. Here's hoping Feb's better! Well, I know it will be. There are so many fun things coming up:
Sun 2/4 - Super Bowl
Wed 2/14 - Valentine's Day
Sat 2/17 - Galveston Mardi Gras
Sun 2/18 - Chinese New Year
Sat 2/24 - Rodeo Parade
Sun 2/25 - Academy Awards