Mundane Sunday



"Biscane Bay, where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day..." For some bizzare reason I cannot get that line out of my head. I love Steely Dan, and the song "Dr. Wu," but why that particular line is beyond me. Maybe Biscane Bay, or Cuban gentlemen, are in my future.

Leaving for Oregon on Thursday...very excited. Excited also by my one hour layover in Las Vegas where I will play slots in the airport so I can say I gambled in Vegas. I have been told there are slot machines in the Ladies Room. On the way home my layover is in Kansas City. Can't think why that will be interesting. Missouri, what's notable about Missouri?

Today I have to figure out how to get the new tire I bought, to replace flat, onto my car. Well, I have to find an open place on a Sunday to put it on. See, yesterday I thought "I'll get a ride to Sears, get a tire, and when Kenny comes home he can put it on for me." Kenny is a mechanic and is my landlord. Lia Lia took me to Sears. I got a tire, and waited for Kenny to get home. Well apparently you need a machine to put a new tire on a car. I thought it was like changing a flat but as my actual knowledge of cars does not extend past driving them, I was wrong. SO, no spare to get me to a place AND today is Sunday so this will be quite a project.

Dr. Wu

Katy tried
I was halfway crucified
I was on the other side
Of no tomorrow
You walked in
And my life began again
Just when I'd spent the last piaster
I could borrow
All night long
We would sing that stupid song
And every word we sang
I knew was true
Are you with me Doctor Wu
Are you really just a shadow
Of the man that I once knew
Are you crazy are you high
Or just an ordinary guy
Have you done all you can do
Are you with me Doctor

Don't seem right
I've been strung out here all night
I've been waiting for the taste
You said you'd bring to me
Biscayne Bay
Where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day
I went searching for the song
You used to sing to me
Katy lies
You could see it in her eyes
But imagine my surprise
When I saw you

Are you with me Doctor Wu
Are you really just a shadow
Of the man that I once knew
She is lovely yes she's sly
And you're an ordinary guy
Has she finally got to you
Can you hear me Doctor

Crushing Bugs



Centipedes. There are little red centipedes invading my home. Jr. has helpfully pointed out this is because we live underground. Jogi has helpfully pointed out they bite. How in god's name to you rid your house of centipedes? I squish them, Jack puts them outside, Kate helpfully points them out. No long term solutions there. Any extermination suggestions greatly appreciated.

BFI is homeless. Girlfriend kicked him out. BFI came over here while I was at work and shared his woes with Jack. Jack crying in the middle of the night because he is worried about BFI. Much explanation as to all the reasons Jack did not need to worry about BFI despite everything he had told Jack. BFI stands for Big Fucking Idiot today. If only he were a centipede. BFI will not be taking children again anytime soon as he is moving onto a boat with a broken down alky buddy. Told children "now I can give your mother more money because I won't be spending money on you". Logic behind this: he won't be taking kids for weekends anymore so no money will be spent on those weekends to care for them. BFI is a disease I am constantly trying to innoculate the children against. Katie, god bless her practical soul, said to me "I'M not worried about dad."

Well, two minutes to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the show that starts my every morning. Then off to Blunder and Blunder. Good day everybody!

The More Things Change...



Good morning. It is Sunday, kids are sleeping...Jack from strong anti-decongestant and antibotics from doc and Kate cause she stayed up all hours last night. Her internal clock seems to be stay up all night, sleep all morning. This of course is going to have to not be indulged come next month, in preparation for school hours. I think little mama is destined to be an artist (or a vampire.)

I have cut off all my hair ala Audrey Hepburn and I LOVE it. I feel lighter and prettier and just very pleased with myself. The poor girl at the salon was nervous and I had to assure her that I had had short hair before. Kids are very pissed off but they will get over it. Mommy is always supposed to look the same. Mommy talked with the pharmacist yesterday about weight loss meds, and soon I will be thin and gorgeous! No more looking the same for me.

There is a new Pakastani horror movie called "Hell's Ground" that I am dying to see. My sister found it and boy does it look great! Zombie's galore, including one in a burqua! Its only been playing at film festivals so far but if it makes it into a theater (probably in NYC) I will be there, with the Bad Movie Night club in tow.

Yesterday I went for a walk through the cemetary up the street. Growing up, I spent a lot of time playing in there with other kids from the neighborhood. Remembered while I was walking through the calm feeling in the place, a good feeling. Nothing scary at all. I think death really does mean rest. Yesterday Mrs. Porter told me that the day the kids and I moved back into the neighborhood, the tree next to her back door was full of birds singing. Things are not perfect here but they are a million light years better. We are home.

Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature’s west!

Emily Dickinson

Bungee and Single Bars are Bad



Feral Bungee was left in the apt. last night when I went out. He wanted to go out too at some point and battered open the side accordion vent next to the AC. Now I cannot close it. And he thinks he should come in and out through the opening. Someone remind me why I brought that wild animal here with us. Jack just pointed out that now mice will come in as window is at ground level. Damn cat.

Jack has been sick with sore throat and fever but seems a little better this morning. He was with his father last night and I went out with Lia and some other women to a place in Huntington called Blue Hanu. Good Mojitos, lousy atmosphere. Troglodytes abounded including an annoying midget man with tiny feet shod in thongs. I went out to use cell phone and there was an excellent band across the street playing Springsteen's Spirit in the Night which I went in and enjoyed. Don't know what is wrong with me. Crowded bars, standing room only, with people checking each other out left me extremely impatient and cranky. Maybe I just don't know how to have fun anymore. Or how to flirt anymore. Just wanted to go home after half an hour to my cool, silent apartment. I think I will not be inflicting my joyless self on anybody else's night time outings again anytime soon.

Dreamt last night that I was having an affair with one of the lawyers at work and he wanted me to move to England for the Summer with him. Hmmmm, wonder where that came from? Gotta do some work. And Kate is now reading this over my shoulder.

Crab

When I eat crab, slide the rosy
rubbery claw across my tongue
I think of my mother. She'd drive down
to the edge of the Bay, tiny woman in a
huge car, she'd ask the crab-man to
crack it for her. She'd stand and wait as the
pliers broke those chalky homes, wild-
red and knobby, those cartilage wrists, the
thin orange roof of the back.
I'd come home, and find her at the table
crisply unhousing the parts, laying the
fierce shell on one side, the
soft body on the other. She gave us
lots, because we loved it so much,
so there was always enough, a mound of crab like a
cross between breast-milk and meat. The back
even had the shape of a perfect
ruined breast, upright flakes
white as the flesh of a chrysanthemum, but the
best part was the claw, she'd slide it
out so slowly the tip was unbroken,
scarlet bulb of the feeler—it was such a
kick to easily eat that weapon,
wreck its delicate hooked pulp between
palate and tongue. She loved to feed us
and all she gave us was fresh, she was willing to
grasp shell, membrane, stem, to go
close to dirt and salt to feed us,
the way she had gone near our father himself
to give us life. I look back and
see us dripping at the table, feeding, her
row of pink eaters, the platter of flawless
limp claws, I look back further and
see her in the kitchen, shelling flesh, her
small hands curled—she is like a
fish-hawk, wild, tearing the meat
deftly, living out her life of fear and desire.

Sharon Olds

Back in the Saddle Again

I am back up and running! Phone and internet, yay! My computer monitor seems to have lost its capacity to display the color red but oh well, I'll live. I have a new phone number which I will be sending to everyone. And sooooonnnnnn I will be going to Oregon for a week....and our new apt rocks. And I lost a little bit of weight. Little missy and I are now off to look at room dividers. Will post again, and more coherently, later.

Our House

I'll light the fire
You put the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs
All night long for me
Only for me

Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is good
Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you

Our house is a very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And our la,la,la, la,la, la, la, la, la, la, la.....

Our house is a very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And Our

I'll light the fire
And you place the flowers in the jar
That you bought today

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young