Right before Tiny and I were rushing off to Birthday Bonfire, I heard an unmistakeable POP and CRACK!
"TINY!" I shrieked and ran out to the porch. "TINYTINYTINYLOOOK!"
Fireworks. Not just neighborhood hooligan fireworks, but an entire, 15 minute fireworks show with all the latest and greatest tricks up it's sleeve. It was freezing, so we stood on the porch with our arms round each other and watched the show.
I don't know who did it, but thank you. Fireworks are my favorite.
We followed up the fireworks with a fire of our own. Nestled into the sand and soaking up the camping smell under the moon and stars on the beach. I was telling my friends about my great fortune of spirit animal and backward moving clouds and fireworks and bonfire and sunsets.
"Practical fortunes" a friend remarked.
"Exactly, I live a happier life by loving things that are sure to occur now and again."
Thank you, great friends. I appreciate you.
and and AND birthday gift from heaven #2: first spirit animal sighting of 2007.
Hovered in front of my face and zipped away.
The clouds are hauling ass the wrong way across the sky, cracking open over ballard and huslting out to the sound. New weather must be moving in.
I held a dandelion under the chin of the moon last night to light his face up half yellow. Did you see me do it?
Don't you hate it when you and somebody are walking along together and it seems like everybody's on the same path and then you suddenly realize that it only *appeared* as though they were walking next to you? They were walking in a parallel universe the entire time.
(I just tried to pluralize universe, and it took me a moment to remember why it wouldn't work.)
Universi. Universeses. Univarietypack. YouanIverse es
Last night I started awake to a symphony. A terrible, one-man symphony bellowing in the lots and alleys below my window. His strings, shouts of "YEAH BABY!", his horns hooting "WHOO! HOO HOO HOO GIRL!". He stomped and beat the pavement unseen, but heard so clearly that I could have sworn he was sitting next to me. And -like any piece of terrible performance- it lasted forever. After an hour of trying to echolocate and wondering about what motivates, I put a pillow over my head and concentrated hard on the beat of my own blood rushing through my veins. Someone must have called the police, eventually. Or maybe he just got tired. You can only scream your head off to no one for so long.
last night I dreamed about abandonment and my plants. Being forced to abandon my plants somewhere. I think the episode of Judge Joe I watched was a part of it as well, as I'm sure I went to court for my green loves.
Honestly, I delight in my winter crankyness. I take all that bottled up eyebrow-squnching and eye-rolling and (especially don't forget) nostril-flaring that I suppress all piss-breathed year and I release it into the wild! My eyebrows knit sweaters and my nostrils start fires and my chin sticks out so far I can see it when I look down.
Some people find this to be a refreshing change in my demeanor. The shot of whiskey before the ten and a half months of sugary cola chaser.
"Oh Sonie," mom sighs "Cheer up!"
"I can't, mom. My face needs re-charging. At least a month of re-charging."
Come to the movie! To the fancy dress club! To the foods and theater! They call and call and I answer that the only thing I'm coming to is terms with feeling like crap and not wanting to do anything. I'm getting my shifts covered because I can only muster 4 days of kindness. It's completely expended there, and I end up not going to the grocery or the druggist as a result. No kindness left for old ladies with coupons, spangers, girls with little dogs in their purses, butchers, shoe repairmen, cashiers.
"Do you have one of those boxes?" A customer (who's name I remember because it's the same as one of my pretend friend's) asks when she hears that I have no plans for the weekend. No plans for the future. "I have a box."
I reply that I am boxless, but that my prayers are answered by a light glaze of snow and ice, which doubles the available sunlight and confines others to their own homes. Hunky Freakin' Dory.