April 30, 2011
Crikey, now I’m running out of April!
April is the coolest month
BECAUSE IT PAVES THE WAY
for the darling buds of May. Before you know it June will be busting out all over. I’m housesitting a mass of hair concealing a cat named Oliver, overjoyed to escape the leaning tower of chaos that is my own place as I sort my voluminous belongings into piles of thises, thats and others in packing for Cancun, my birthday gift to me. It’s my tradition to get myself whatever I damn please for my birthday. How that differs from every other is that every other day is not my birthday. Sometimes it’s on a random Tuesday that I get myself whatever I want.
I’M WEARING BRASS
“55″ earrings in the remaining two days of my 55-ness to commemorate the best year of my life. I was born in ‘55 and have loved being 55 but I expect those years still to come to surpass it, because the fullness of time has come. Things will fall into place in the fullness of time, I always say. Or was that Doc Emerson? That is how I live my life. If things are not as you might want at this time, they are taking the time they need to blossom, evolving and flowing into miraculous realms of possibility…
THERE IS ONLY ONE THING TO DO WITH THIS LIFE–
Live it. The alternative is forfeiting your shot at greatness, the greatness being having enjoyed your own life. The biggest success in life is to get to the end of it and be glad to have lived it. Perhaps you’d enjoy more of it; surely there were things you didn’t get to do, but you’re at peace bidding farewell having lived the life you wanted.
DO YOU PREFER MISERY?
Why? Easier than taking charge of whatever you need to do to make yourself happy? What have you got to lose? Ay, there’s the rub. Many people do, many have lots to lose. I, however, do not. I already gave up most of what I had to lose. So, easy for me to talk. But I’d be surprised if this doesn’t apply to you in any way whatsoever, because the biggest thing you have to lose is not a house, a car, a fortune, perhaps not even a husband, but the dream of the life you never gave yourself.
I JUST ALMOST PICKED UP A FRENCH GUY
on the streets of San Francisco. I was on my way to a poetry reading by friend Candace at Caffé Roma, and he was waiting with me at the corner to cross, carrying a camera with a great big ol’ nozzle of a lens on it.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?”
I bald-faced ask him. “I’m meeting a friend and we’re going to go out shooting for an hour or so in the wilds of North Beach. Wanna join us?”
He was clearly bemused, then amused, but he was on his way to a photography class. I tell Earl about it at the café.
“Ya gotta open your mouth or nothing happens.”
Right? Ya can never tell. Next thing you know, you’re sipping cafe au lait athis guy’s apartment in Paris. Oui?
IN ANY EVENT
I have to pack. I have a plane to catch. I won’t be able to call Mom on Mother’s Day so I sent her package early—a print reading “You Are My Sunshine,” the song she most likes to sing to me in her tone-deaf but endearing way. I can’t hear that song in my head unless it’s “off.” And an email: “I hope you will have a very wonderful Mother’s Day, because mamyte, I am very grateful you gave me life. I love it. It’s a beautiful world and I love living in it. Thanks to you!”
Oliver says, this is a beautiful bag and I love hiding in it.
April is the coolest month
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote...
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