August 30, 2003
"Let's Have Fun!"
PRINCE CHARLIE HAS OFFICIALLY DECLARED THIS A DAY OF PLAY!
GO HAVE FUN!
In the afternoon, I had a good cry over missing Laura and reassured myself that her spirit has Safe Harbor in my heart.
Early evening, I made the unpleasant discovery that ANOTHER Yawho account has been 'de-activated'. If you've been reading awhile, you know the great furor the last de-activation ellicited. This time, I was only minorly irritated, created a new account, and then Julia and I went swimming. I made several rounds of the pool on my backside, flipping my arms just enough to propel myself. They call this 'exercise'? I think they are mistaken.
Sunday also brought determination to have fun. I studied the movie schedules and the reviews at 'rottentomatoes', and determined WHALE RIDER was our best bet. It is about a Maori girl in New Zealand, coming into her own strengths, despite a grandfather who does not understand. It is a fascinating look into another culture, and worthy of seeing on the big screen. The whales are beautiful.
Afterwards, we emerged into a beastly hot outdoors, and almost went directly home. But we'd been planning a restaurant excursion, so we motored onto the Manderin Palace. I ate slowly, and savored each bite in a rather vampiric romance, hoping by doing so, I would know satisfaction sooner and eat less. It worked, as the usual indigestion after a smorgasboard did not follow.
We just relaxed in the evening.
But this morning, this morning I woke early, determined to do that wash that's been piling up. The three loads would not have been such a trial, except for the extremely wretched humidity which plagued me. That long trek to the laundry room seemed a mile long, and sweat poured down my cheeks and neck in rivers.
I know we must have a higher humidity than 35%. Perhaps because we live nearer to the river than where the statistics are measured, it IS higher here. All I know, I was exhausted after three loads of wash. It is all done, except for some blouses and dresses that are propped on lamps, drying by air. On hangers, they will be easy to put away, though.
And, at last, the photos of new pendants I promised:
The scarab is nearly as big as my index finger!
It is a good opportunity to practice that deep breathing and muscle relaxation!
I don't know if I shall be wordy this morning, but something bids me check in to see if anything's lingering and wants pinned down. A man writes of butterflies this morning. Actually, he probably wrote of them last night. I read this morning. The fragile beauty which gives comfort to life, I wish for him in abundance.
Occasionally, we see butterflies here. They stop by on their way to some place in Mexico. I recently saw a travel special on Mexico. Many beautiful places are there. I only think of the tattered sight of Nogales and less humble sight of Algadones. We haven't been there to Algadones in many years. It's not far. The last time we went there was when we were passing through Yuma on the way to San Diego. Or was it BACK from San Diego? Anyway, I got heat sick there, bad heat sick.
What would I expect? It WAS the middle of July! Oh, how grateful I am that the calender has moved and soon September will bring a lessening of the great heat. Yuma comes alive in the fall. All sorts of festivities go on, in Old Town and elsewhere. But no one sane wants to emerge from their cool cacoons in the summer. 'Mad dogs', well, they're MAD, and 'Englishmen', they'd rather stay where it's damp and rains alot.
At least, that's what my favorite English journaller reports quite often. Here, rain is a miraculous event. The quality of our miracles may not solely be determined by their rarity, but it usually is a good measure.
What will today bring, this day on which I will practice the deep breathing and muscle relaxation. I will keep my eye open for quiet miracles. They don't announce themselves with large roars. If you're not already tuned to look for them, you will not see them.
The focus of the eye is just like that. We see what we look for. So I'll blink once to clear the fuzziness, take a deep breath, put on the sun hat and go out to face this day.
September 4, 2003
"Attack of the 'Moscas' "
All through out yesterday and the day before, I felt the rushing of wind and heard the loud crack, as my two co-workers went swinging with fly swatters in hand. I have no luck assassinating the small flying insects. Perhaps I have a tremor in my swing that warns them. The flies always flee. So I have not tried to join the battle against the many little villains.
One customer said he killed thirty five of them in one morning. My co-workers have killed more than that, I am sure. Where are they all coming from? It is a mystery.
As I was looking at a small representation of the Egyptian God SET that I created yesterday, I had an amusing thought:
Oh, yes, if you're curious to see Set with the more usual WAS of rulership, there's a link behind that small image to the original large image. And I've learned a new Spanish word!
May the small bugs of life not interrupt your meals today or at other inopportune moments. I've read that in extremely humid regions, they sometimes envelop their bed areas with mosquito netting. Fortunately the flying fortresses have not yet sought to invade our home.
If they do, I'll be waiting!
September 5, 2003 - A
"Queasy"
I feel queasy this morning. Perhaps I am best to stay away from solid foods. I don't have much of an appetite for them. I'm glad it's Friday, so any ensuing sickness can be rested from on the weekend.
We have videos to watch. Last night, we saw Evelyn, a movie about an Irish father's struggle to get his kids out of an orphanage when their mother deserted them. It was very good.
Next, we have some romance about a woman in the 50's and her attraction to 'forbidden love'. Then we have an animated movie called Mulan. So at least we'll have good entertainment for recovering.
Meanwhile, it is today, and still a work day. Julia's doing the wise thing and is staying home from work. She hasn't ever done this yet, since she began work back in November. I think they'd understand.
I'd like to end this with a pithy saying, no particular reason why, I'd just like to. I found this one, so this will do. Perhaps I will expand upon it later.
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.Martha Graham
