Bounce

Well, whatever one can say about this time of limbo, it does allow for circumstances like this morning's- an hour and a half at one of those bouncy places! You know, I am just going to interrupt this right now to say, "Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody out there?" I hate it when people talk this way, but I do know why. I think part of the problem is I want to talk about what is real here, but don't want to let the mess of my unresolved feelings and thoughts spew forth to go out and create mischief little demons. But then I ask myself who the hell would find this or read it anyway? I could go stark raving mad on here and it couldn't make a wripple. I think we are alone here, between me and me. And do you want the raw, dark stuff out there? I have a couple of old journals that fester in the pile there. How many people keep these blogs? I mean, I have probably a hundred journals from my twenties and thirties, and here I am now doing this on a computer, those sit in a closet and this sits here in etherspace, well what the heck is this for? It is the same thing, but less honest because it is public, but, shit. . . the bounce place was tons of fun. I would like to go to one on my fortieth.

Lost Days-The iphone is plied to more pedestrian use

Missing Pieces
The old neighborhood at Alamo Square -still home
Buena Vista-how rich i was, owning those hills and paths every day. . .
A Great Horned owl, caught on photo-then his mate!
Vegan chinese, Happy Birthday in Chinese at the table behind us-so glad to be home
Castro Street Fair-so so so glad to be home, Caterpillar says, "Who. . . are. . . you?"
Thirteen deer in Belmont.
Watching Slings and Arrows.
Soft bed in Belmont after running the hills
Joy at seeing all the babies together in Nashville. We are a parade wherever we go.
I imagine I hear my cell phone ring in an infinite loop, just under the surface.
My camera is my good friend-keeps pace with me-keeps me at home with myself as the world shifts so quickly.
Genna and Rider in ever evolving imaginative play. . . Rider lying down to sleep last night in a petal colored tutu and a sleep diaper.
Beautiful Children
Perfect ease in being with my wonderful sister. So good to have home in others. Somewhere I belong. I always laugh hardest with my family. Tears of laughter.
Finding Big K Sparkling Water at Krogers!
The Halloween department at Target with 18 month old twins, a three and a four year old-hilarity. Genna in an enormous hairy mask-she looks like a mutant troll!
I could seriously collect face soaps and potions. I love the ritual.