Your Big Big Heart

'Underdeveloped organs'
is the phrase that stuck
as your mum recounted
the story of your miraculous birth.

For Saturday - Wedding Shoes

A big posh shopping mall, where we could send off a Tiffany necklace to be polished for the first time in too long to mention to anyone but the saleslady, and even her was a stretch. Not much to be on the mission for, but so in fashion we were. Wing-tips were sought after and found. 'Elegant' was the word: black leather, crinkled with a slight shine, boots with heels, skinny laces. The perfect wedding shoes for the 3-piece suit for the lady o' mine. Mission accomplished, and we got Mexican food.

You see...

You see, throughout the day different events capture my imagination and a little switch in my brain goes 'Ooh, that would make a good blog post.' Funny, witty, heart-wrenching, evoking, dull: it all has potential. And then the day carries on, as it does. There is work to be done, a train to catch, dinner to make or dishes to do. By the time I sit down to write as part of my daily committment to my writing practice my eyelids are already heavy, my wrist sore, and my lover falling asleep. I am not complaining. This is my life. In this moment. Beautiful things happening all the time. Things that fill out the shape and provide contrast.

This morning as I was awoken by my lover to say goodbye. She said to me: 'Remember: there will be only one 11th of February 2010.'

One little sentence...

'Oh, I found your Valentine's gift tonight...'

Makes a girl giddy...

For Monday - Orange Roses

Last Thursday I bought Alex 10 orange roses. I bought them because we have been pretty stressed lately, busy lives and all, and she was completing her first placement at a hospital in North London. She was already at home, starting dinner of pesto pasta, when I got to our Tube stop. I realized I had £5 on me; a bunch of orange roses it was.

A Snowflake Baby

Alex's mum just told me that on the day she was born, April 1, it snowed. The doctor didn't believe her when she told him it was snowing outside, patting her hand, but it snowed. Her little snowflake.

I think it's a sign.

Winter Song

To follow up from the snow yesterday, the radio played a cover of Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michelson's Winter Song. I very much like theirs better, and Alex put it on the first mix she made me for my birthday, when she was moving so far away across the ocean.

The song with background photage of the making of:

If you just want the song without a bit of commentary (but with random photos):

Happy winter...

Good Morning

'So did you sleep like a Chevrolet truck? . . . Like a rock?'

What a Night

What a night: It has been two years since I had the where-with-all to slide into the dining room seat next to my love over a few dying candles and lean in just so. It was her that actually kissed me though. Which was perfect in my books.

Intoxicated from the wine tasting evening which we just attended at our favorite cafe around the corner, Ricks of Tooting, we are a merry pair. And one quick to turn off the computer in favor of more celebratory delights. The likes of which I will leave you to imagine. Good night and que suenos con los angelitos.

Back to School

Three ladies: one subject. It all takes place on a bus. With Keanu Reeves. But, it's not what you're thinking: University has not become a lame version of Speed. Long bus rides and a female voice keeps telling us where we are.

'Nowhere,' she says.

'You don't want to start from there. You want to start from somewhere else.'

'What kind of bus are we on?'

'One driven by Keanu Reeves.'

'Really? I thought he'd hit rock bottom after he and Diane Keaton split up, but damn.'

'Ewwww!! What?!?!'

'Dude, seriously. But I'd do her.'

'Yeah. Totally. Without the glasses...'

'Does anyone know which one of these quotations marks each of us is?'

'Does it matter? Maybe there's three people here. Maybe there's two.

Maybe there's just one.'

'No, no. There's definitely more than one.'

'Um, yeah, and the second one is struggling to think of anything to say.'

'That's OK. She doesn't determine the plot.'

'There's a plot?'

'You didn't bring it with you?'

'"I thought you had it." Cheesy movie joke.'

END SCENE