for the birds

31 03 2009

dsc_0001You can move from one world to the other in a matter of hours but it often takes longer for the soul to catch up.  I am still incapable of getting to that writing place in my head.  There is too much noise.  I must need to be really really bored to write anything at all.

I went to the funeral for a friend’s mom today.  I didn’t really know her personally but I know her son. My barely seven month old scar of Billy’s funeral was surprisingly tender. The tears flowed easily – the music was familiar.  While I sat there thinking about death, I knew friends were at a doctor’s office hearing the heartbeat of their first baby. Life doesn’t quit.  

I’m pretty much toast for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t mind being back in that park, sitting on that bench just watching the pigeons do their pigeon thing all afternoon long – just like I was doing a week and a day ago.  Another eight days and I’ll be in a different place emotionally…maybe better, maybe worse.  I won’t know till I get there.

I’m trying to remember how it felt watching the traffic zip by while I had nowhere better to be and no greater dilemma than deciding in which café to have our afternoon coffee.  That brain space was very much appreciated.  Right now, I will go downstairs to get my coffee but I might hurt my cat first.  She’s laying at my head and thinks it is bath time.  That incessant licking is going to get her locked in the basement. I’m not very zen right now.





virtual vacay

28 03 2009

dsc_0078The only option Best Boy had was a virtual vacation. I got to join him for the last couple of days exploring Bowerstone and other environs. I like spotting gargoyles, silver keys and treasure chests.  If I were in charge of the controller, Sparrow would be walking in circles for 10 years instead of defending the Tattered Spire against Lucien’s evil intents.  The Universe is a safer place tonight even with Best Boy on vacation. There is never an end to the things a 50+year old monkeema can learn.





quick turns

26 03 2009

dsc_0105My propensity for pre-dawn wanderings is irrespective of time zone.  Just 48 hours ago, I grabbed book 4 of 4 I had taken on the adventure and quietly found my way down to the lobby.  I love being the only one awake in my house and I love being in quiet hotel lobbies with the occasional third shift housekeeping staff to say “hello” to.

I finished the book in those early morning hours of our last day in Madrid. Good thing too.  Arriving back home in the Great North at midnight, you’d think we’d fall into bed and sleep for a day or so to catch up.  But still functioning in hotel mode, we had a quick turn.

A “quick turn” is when a hotel is at capacity and the same number of people checking out is the about the same number of rooms you need ready for check-in a few hours later.  Thus, the staff is stretched and stressed trying to work as fast and efficiently as possible to keep everyone happy.

That was our day yesterday.  I had about 5 hours to stretch out in MY bed – the one that is right on so many levels – before I was up doing two weeks worth of laundry that had to be put back in the Dr.’s suitcase within a few hours before his next departure.  A few appointments, a few trips to restock depleted travel sized toiletries – and by pre-dawn this morning we were back at the airport.

I will probably enjoy this vacation as much now that I am home as I did when I was there.  Pictures will be savored and shared.  I will now begin to engage my brain and get back spending my pre-dawn wanderings with you.  dsc_0082





(1 – (U/c)2)1/2

19 03 2009

dsc_0009Einstein – time/space physics-and lots of other things I will never understand.  Oh, and one more…the weird thing is that nothing feels weird.  You step back into a space where you just know things and you don’t know how you know.  Maybe your brain was just hybernating.  On a mini-road trip you see the barrels stacked beside the road.

dsc_00081Here is where you will get things that taste just as they should.

dsc_0011Coca-Cola is sweeter even if you are drinking it beside a busy national highway heavy with truck traffic.  But that is part of what you already know.  The food is home made and it will be good.

dsc_0012And there will always be lentejas (lentil stew).  And you will eat and eat and eat and be happy.

dsc_00131And when a bus of jubilado day-trippers (retirees) spills it’s contents out on the sidewalk – the priority for some is to get today’s lottery tickets before they stand in the line at the bathroom and gossip about Fulana. But I knew that too. “Es para hoy!”

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yellow and blue

16 03 2009

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We stopped in a grocery store that was perched on the edge of the world two days ago.  There is a place where Europe runs out of land – called Land’s End (or actually Sagres, Portugal).  To be in a place where explorers turned their backs on all the familiar for the unknown – and find one of our (me, the Dr., Best Boy and Shop Girl’s) favorite comfort foods – was a little uncanny.

A little square 3 bite (or 4 if you’re not in a hurry as I was) cupcake / muffin – with the flavor of a lemony pound cake but with the consistency of a well made moist, light cake…with a bit of sugar baked into the top. These little yummies are a dime a dozen in Spain and I was happiest popping the most common grocery store variety into my mouth.

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With a great café con leche and a few dozen magdalenas (I didn’t eat that many!) and a view like this…what’s not to love?

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self-preservation

13 03 2009

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Sometimes what we need the most is just over the cliff – but we can’t get there from here.

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be still

12 03 2009

dsc_0013I sincerely apologize for the delay.  Day one has been very busy!  (shame on me)  We have spent a good deal of the day talking about downtime…what it means…when it is deserved…what it is worth…and how it is to be spent.  I’m not even sure I can formulate many thoughts yet and will blame that on jet lag or my brain beginning to grind to a halt.  We thought of hopping into the rental car tomorrow for more discovery and decided that we would be giving into a “need for speed” – like we are doing something to account for our time.  

We will NOT.  We will be still.  It is harder and harder to be still in today’s world with the voices in my head taunting me for privilege of allowing us this extraordinary break.  I will gladly fall back into my ratty old couch at home and never look at another Pottery Barn / Restoration Hardware catalogue with lust in my eyes.  

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