Random Facts

• I know that Vladimir Propp has dilstilled the fairy tale down to 39 functions.
• I once dated a guy who smoked a lot of dope AND worked in a heart valve factory.
• My favorite roses as a teenager were yellow with red tips; they mean 'friendship.'
  
• Now, I find orange roses most beautiful; they mean 'desire.'
• My love bites her fingernails and around the edges.
• And sometimes her peering at me over her knuckles makes me melt.
  

Nikki Giovanni, Bicycles

'Bicycles: because love requires trust and balance.'

For Thursday - Phone Call

'You have such genorisity... not just of your heart, but also your courage.'

Hump Day

Winding down from a day at work (More to Life Centre) and work (Rick's Cafe), my mind is floating along. 'This is us, at the Mardi Gras, This is us...' by Emmylou Harris and Mark Knofler. Something about Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good very bad day (even though my day, while stressful, was definitely not like Alexander's). Then there's the cowboys & the cowgirls: picturebooks, key chains, tea mugs. My hair even feels like it hurts. Oh man, my hair can't feel. Maybe this is a sign of how tired I am.

Today

Today I breathed a lot. Today I cried a lot. Today I started to think again about what was important to me: my committment to my partner, the love of my family, my freshness for life, and staying present in my body. Nothing like life throwing you some hefty curve balls to get your priorities straight.

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.

For Sunday--Wowzer!

I just had the most amazing Sunday Roast of beef, roast potatoes, parsnips, carrots, onions and gravy that I have ever had in my entire life. I seriously thought I had died and gone to beef-parsnip heaven. Oh, and the gravy. Did I mention the gravy? I could have licked the gravy off the plate, but the customers were watching me...